Chapter 6: Words or Weapons?
Ben Tennyson knew he was in for trouble.
Hell hath no wrath than a woman scorn…dammit, why couldn’t I have listened?
“You have some nerve, Benjamin Tennyson!”
Ben had to duck to avoid the magicked encyclopedia that was flying straight for his face, narrowly missing it.
The navy blue book thudded onto the RV wall, then plopping to the ground, Ben observing it for a good second.
It was a mistake on his part, as Gwen then lunged at him, growling as her fine manicured fingernails were all aimed at Ben’s face.
Ben knew how to avoid that too, having experienced worse things aimed at him. Still… Continue reading