Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana snorted at Nate's complaint. "I'll bet." Although she'd had her fair share of injuries, very few of them had been self-inflicted. At least not in such a spectacularly stupid way. She glanced at the makeshift bandage before ripping off her other sleeve. "Put pressure on it," she suggested, handing out the new piece of cloth.
However, her attention had already strayed to the hallway beyond. Nothing happened when she stepped into the corridor, so she pushed off the wall, pacing a little up and down. "Now what?" She glanced at the man, though she seriously doubted that he had any better ideas than she did at this point, even if he had figured out how to get out of the room.
However, her attention had already strayed to the hallway beyond. Nothing happened when she stepped into the corridor, so she pushed off the wall, pacing a little up and down. "Now what?" She glanced at the man, though she seriously doubted that he had any better ideas than she did at this point, even if he had figured out how to get out of the room.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
