Part of me had the image of Melody walking hastily beside me, peeking over her shoulder with shock. “He actually let Brant hit him …” her voice lingered in my thoughts. “He not only let the guy get a hit in, he stood there with little to no pain of the attack, and Brant? Well, he’s completely in pain. Teach him to mess with you Kerr …” Her voice would have boasted with laughter.
It was beside the logic of my thoughts that I came to think, maybe it was me thinking it, but deep down it’s what Melody would have said. Why I couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan biting his own lip annoyed me—with a fang?