Wheeling Gull Isle His ego almost got him killed

Strand stood taller at the male’s obvious nervousness. “Yeah, I’m Strand,” she said, puffing out her chest just to freak him out a tiny bit more cos she was an asshole like that. “What’s it to you?” She jutted out her jaw for a second and then couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Afterwards, she relaxed her posture and grinned at the male. He seemed about ready to piss himself in fear so she figured scaring him now was probably overkill. If he was a potential recruit and she scared him off, she’d be pissed at herself. “What’s your name?” she asked, trying to be friendly.