Man Of Fury

Anabelle. I couldn’t hold back my smile at the kitchen table when Azzy entered, looking incredibly well-rested and practically glowing. “I thought my brother was torturing you. Looks like he did the polar opposite.” I didn’t miss the flush of pink on her cheeks, only making me more curious. “Well, he did,” she sighed, heading for the fridge and poking her head in. “But, believe it or not, he let me sleep after.” “I see.” I picked up my glass of grape juice and took a long sip. “There’s leftover pizza in the microwave.” “Great.” Her tone couldn't sound more lackluster if she tried. “More pizza…” “Right? I never thought I’d get tired of pizza, yet, here we are.” She closed the fridge, turning to face me. “Yeah. I second that.” I pushed away my plate and crossed my arms, leaned forward and propped them on the surface of the kitchen table. “So, I heard it was pure chaos in the gym this morning?” Azzy sputtered a laugh. “You should have seen it!” “I know. Dominic recorded it for me.” Her ey