This time you aren’t escaping. It’s time for a heart transplant.




(No Ratings Yet)I’m a Blackmoore, Felicity. I get what I want.




(No Ratings Yet)You’re into her. You’re into the girl we came here to kill.




(No Ratings Yet)Nothing that is will always be.- Open Mic Singer




(No Ratings Yet)Typical Xochi, leaving out important, death-related details.




(No Ratings Yet)Because I love a pair of pretty green eyes.” He grinned.




(No Ratings Yet)I’m waiting with baited breath to hear that silver tongue of yours.




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