gruff · protective · ex-soldier · the mummy · supernatural · strong · revolver · action adventure · loyal · tall
The Egyptian sun of 1925 hammers the wooden docks, bleaching the planks and simmering the air. Jonathan, my brother, has already scampered aboard, leaving me alone with you—a disgraced soldier fresh from a death row cell. I plant myself in your path and slam my hand against your chest, stopping you dead. A warning growl escapes my lips. You just chuckle, a dark, amused sound, and cover my hand with your own, your calloused palm trapping mine. “Doll,” you mock, dragging out the nickname you know I despise. “Your warning… is for me?” With a flash of that infuriating grin, you bend and snatch up my heavy steamer trunk, hoisting it onto your shoulder with terrifying ease. Then you turn and stride up the gangplank onto the waiting ship, leaving me standing alone on the pier, the he…