KANE
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The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.
And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk.
Which was new.
He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine.
He smirked as he started the car.
"So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?"
Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"