IMOGEN
I just love cleaning up other people’s messes. Especially two testosterone-filled teenage boys who want to act like nine-year-olds and fight over some girl.
We all knew who the winner of this brawl would be.
Beckett had to know this wouldn’t end well for him. But ever since Sage got taken, he’s been pushing Jack’s buttons like he wanted it to come to this.
Beckett was a smidge taller than Jack, muscular, and in decent shape. But his torso was narrower than Jack’s solid frame, and even though his shoulders were broad, he had less raw bulk.
Plus, come on, it’s Jack. This fight, it was like … cheetah versus lion. And not just any lion. A genetic anomaly kind of lion. A lion with extra slaying power.
Beckett’s body hit the ground underneath Jack, but he just kept slamming his fist into Jack’s side.
The boys rolled across the grass.
I rolled my eyes.
Might as well go get some bandages.
They were both going to need it.