“Ha. nice try.” He was well aware he could probably do ten if not more, but he didn’t want to. Dean did like watching her though it was amusing, acting like she had something to prove, she didn’t have to prove anything to him. She was related to Snow, but she didn’t act anything like him, she acted better and that was all the victor needed to know, that she was better than that man, and would always be.
“Nice try? Hey, that was good for me. I’m not exactly the most muscled.” She rolled her eyes playfully, rubbing her hands together. “I also don’t have the best grip.” Vendetta hoped that one day she could do more than just one or two, but she knew that came with practice and working out, which was something she chose not to do often. If she were doing anything, it would be playing with knives, whether she was throwing or practicing with her Balisong. Building muscle wasn’t something she fancied.
