What is he doing here?" Curran growled. "He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade. "Tough luck. You're mine.
Yep.โ Eloquence โRโ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabicโsafer that way.
In the whole world, there was no better place than being wrapped in him.
Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.
What's that?" "That's my attack poodle.
Juke glanced into her cup before tipping it down to her mouth. "Screw you!" "Now come on, sugar, you know I don't swing that way." "Whatever!