Violent

I was doing so well, my desire to hunt down those who harmed me lay dormant for so long I thought it was dead. Yet here it is, rearing its twisted head, alive and well, so much stronger than before. I'm stronger too, I've been training for this. While I was healing, I was fighting, sharpening, becoming honed with purpose, violent. My blades always find their prey. But I wasn't expecting to find them, Jackson and Austin. I never imagined anyone would accept a broken, dark soul like mine. We aren't even sure I can tolerate the touch of a man, let alone two...