Everly
I twirl the knives easily between my fingers before placing them back on the rack.
Rafael stops beside me, his expression shuttered, “Where did ye learn how to use knives like that?”
I shrug, “My friends and I took self-defense classes and learned to use weapons to protect ourselves from predators.”
His eyes grow hooded as he attempts to understand why we would do such a thing.
Pushing sweaty tendrils from my eyes, I lean my shoulder against one of the racks and mutter, “I lost my parents at a young age and lived in the streets until I met two other girls in the same situation. We quickly became friends and stuck together until child services caught us and placed us in a group home. Thankfully, we were not separated and protected each other’s back until we aged out and had no
