If aught must be lost, โtwill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, โtwill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, โtwill be my life for yours. I am Given.
Karen Marie MoningWhen Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesnโt even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think sheโs nuts. Nuts, I tell you.
Karen Marie Moning