Fiona
“Can I fight him? Please?” Nina was brandishing a forkful of chicken-fried steak in front of her like it was a weapon.
“Truthfully, Nina?” I looked her up and down, as if considering how well she’d match up against Alexander in a fight. “I don’t think that you could.”
She rolled her eyes. Silver sparkles on her eyelids cast tiny rainbows all around every time she moved, catching and refracting the diner’s bright fluorescent lights. “Okay, you may be right about that. But I’d still love to give it a try. Even if I could get just a couple blows in.” She whipped her free hand back into a fist behind her head, as if about to throw a punch. A hint of a growl vibrated from her throat.
“Thanks, Nina, but you don’t need to sacrifice yourself for my honor.”
She shook her head, swall
