His instincts should have warned him sooner than they had, but thanks to his agimortus, he'd been hobbled like a brood mare waiting to be mounted by a randy stallion
Larissa IoneWraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. โJoin us or die.โ He grinned. โIโve always wanted to say that.
Larissa IoneHarvesterโs heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?
Larissa Ione