So if you want to keep me around, I expect more tweed.
Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale...
Feeling’s mutual.” Julian tosses him a disdainful look.
Yes, I bloody well did see that enormous, scaly, fire-breathing dragon.
You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” Rob says, smirking.