“I’m going to knock her the fuck out,” I grunt, tightening my hold on his hands and lifting up to a sitting position. “I’m sure you will, Dove. But unfortunately for you, someone beat you to it,” he explains, nodding to where I was standing a few minutes ago.
Yup. Seems about right. I am so comically fucking sick of Raven and I desperately wish authors would stop writing their FMCs to be “oh so powerful” without any merit. Raven is quite literally all talk.
