“For my part,” Xian continued, breaking eye contact and looking at the ground, “that’s all there is to it, more or less.”
Will saw clearly that there was no getting through to Xian. As he glanced at his friend, who had now fallen silent as they walked, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, he once again rubbed the part of his arm that had been gripped with such force earlier by Lance Hill.
He was neither joking nor exaggerating about the pain. Even now, if he dared to peek under his sleeve, he was certain he would still see some red hand marks left behind on his skin.
‘I’m no twig,’ Will thought, gulping as he remembered the surprise and the jolt of fear he had felt at the time, ‘but that guy’s strength is something else. Was it just because I got him mad?’
That’s right, he had jumped on
