This kid is not normal. How the heck she talked me into teaching her how to fight first before showing me how to build a bomb like she was about to is anyone’s guess; I’m still trying to figure it out myself. “You can teach me the basics, and then I’ll bring Lily-Anna, and you can teach her as well. But first, I have to make sure she won’t get hurt.”
“Aren’t you afraid that you’d get hurt?”
“No!” That’s all she said with that look in her eyes from before. Okay, kid, you’re the boss. Geez, did she get all of her dad’s genes or something? The guy looks like there’s a whole lot more going on behind his eyes, and the way he’d talked me into feeling calm is still a mystery. His kid seems to have inherited his traits and then some.
We stepped away from the table because she insisted that we get started right this second, which I didn’t question because whatever.