Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. โForgiven, forgotten.โ โFeel free to hammer me anytime.โ โBelieve me, I do.
J.R. WardI cannae believe you let me touch you.โ His voice grew hoarse. โI shall remember this for all my nights.โ Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like thisโฆ. โDo not cry.โ His thumb went to her cheeks. โBeautiful female of worth, do not cry.
J.R. WardGod, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.
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