He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.
Tina St. JohnI don’t want to feel anything for you, Dante” “God, Tess. I don’t want to feel anything for you either.
Tina St. JohnEverything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?
Tina St. John