Kinsley wasn’t an angry person by nature, in fact, she was quite the opposite. Tonight, she was making an exception as her fists flew forward with an accurate precision that only hinted at what she’d grown up knowing. She only hit steel though, never a person. Hearing someone approach, she hit again. “I don’t know if I’m really the girl to go to for a conversation right now.”
Run. It was the only thought coursing through Veronica’s head at the moment. Every instinct she had was telling her to get the hell outta Dodge. But a sinking feeling in her gut was fighting that urge to bolt and return to her old life. It was that gut feeling that had led her into taking her thoughts literally as she nearly sprinted down the pavement. Anything to distract herself from the sense of impending doom and feelings of helplessness. The only thing that pulled her from her focus was the clang of metal. Still unused to not being the only person in any given town that could make that kind of impact on metal, Veronica investigated the source of the sound. The woman responsible for the noise threw another punch, letting another ring steel through the air and Veronica raised her hands in mock surrender. “Lord knows I’m the last person who can judge unhealthy coping mechanisms, but in my experience usually when you say you’re not good to talk is typically when you need to talk the most.”
