He didn’t say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I’d been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat...
—Patricia Briggs
Mercy,” he mumbled. “What the hell did you do to my French Roast?
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