Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.
When the kid began to flag, Riley picked her up, swung her onto his back, and kept running. The leopard in Mercy growled in approval - whatever his faults (and they were many and legend), Riley knew how to take care of the innocent.
Some things were worth the dance with danger.
Can I bite you here, too?
Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.
He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.