And how did your day go?" I asked Ascanio. He turned to me, a dreamy look on his pretty face. "We killed things. There was blood. Fountains of blood. And then we had barbecue.
Ilona AndrewsIt was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.
Ilona AndrewsThe woman frowned. "I probably should have mentioned that annoying habit of letting people come to the wrong conclusions and not correcting them? He got it from me.
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