Later, out of his Silver Scorpion armor, back in his bed, ​Axel Clemons relived the events of the evening, First off, he had to admit, at least to himself, how much he thoroughly enjoyed kicking Rory Jarrett's ass, crippling him in the same way he'd been crippled. The memory of it ran like an endless loop in his mind, and, every time it did, the thoughts excited him in the way thoughts of sex excited him. He also had to admit, though, there was another part of him that recoiled at what he'd done, at the thought of all that blood and pain and snapping bone. Rory Jarrett crippling him had changed Axel in so many thousands of ways, but, that night, for the first time, it hit him how much he'd changed to his very core. He was so much more vicious than he'd ever been before, so much more of an animal.

     One more thing:

     He could barely wait to become Alacran again, to become that huge, terror inducing, metallic being one more time.

     Axel got not a wink of sleep that night.

     Nor the night after that.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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