Chapter 86: Corey Balam's New Move-Rushing Back to Easton

Juliana Lyson had trained in martial arts for years, her body lean and taut. Her waist was supple, her lines graceful, as if the gods had carved her to perfection. Diego Santee drew a steadying breath. He turned his wrist, and several silver needles appeared between his fingers. Their tips were fine as hair, yet each needle was a good two inches longer than standard. His wrist flicked again, and three needles slid in-one at the crown of her head, one in the sole, and one at the small of her back. Juliana's...