Aric laughs. “Run home, little one. This isn’t a game.”
When a cocky city hero underestimates a quiet girl from the outskirts, he learns that power isn’t always measured in flashy moves—and that humility hits harder than any punch.
Then she steps forward. No armor. No introduction. Just a girl in worn boots and a steady gaze.
Aric laughs. “Run home, little one. This isn’t a game.”
When a cocky city hero underestimates a quiet girl from the outskirts, he learns that power isn’t always measured in flashy moves—and that humility hits harder than any punch.
Then she steps forward. No armor. No introduction. Just a girl in worn boots and a steady gaze.
