The group of young fighters were far less entertaining for me to watch than they would have been to most of the women in this city.
It wasn’t a treat for me to stand behind the heavy, metal gate watching them try their hardest to stand out as they grunted and screamed childish imitations of barbaric war-cries.
It was hot, and sticky, and they weren’t skilled enough to hold my interest; particularly not now that Jax had reminded me of my father, and everything I had lost.
It was obviously clear that I wasn’t entertained by this, because Jax tapped my shoulder affectionately and told me we should find something else to do.
I didn’t have any suggestions - I didn’t find many of the things in this city entertaining, and I didn’t really want to wander around the streets with him as people ga
