The Rise of The Barbaric

81: Heated Time

Barrett turned his head to look out the window. The night before, the fight was the coldest.

Since he was going to engage in his hundredth battle against him, which day, he could readily recall, he hadn’t felt that sense in quite some time.

How was it possible that almost six years later, he would have another fight like that?

Barrett cast his gaze out the window. The night before, the fight was the coldest.

Since he was about to engage in his one-hundredth battle against him that day, he couldn’t remember the last time he had experienced that sensation, “You’re excited because you’re leaving soon.”

She put her cheek on Barrett’s back and entwined her fingers to hold Barrett’s body in her arms. She said, “Why me first? You could have tried to rescue me later, but you decided that I was the one to leave first. Why?”

Barrett looked at the panorama and, smiling, took the young woman’s hands in his, and he turned to see her eyes.

She gazed at him from below and leaned forward. He kissed h