He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well. Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room. Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door. "I know, V. You always have. ~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn
J.R. WardThe human reached inside Wrathโs jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. โJesus Christ,โ the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. โYou got some ID? Or wasnโt there enough room in here for a wallet, considering youโre carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?
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