One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
He hadn’t felt this good since he met Finley.
I just hate so much about this series.
The two blokes had crawled off hours ago, and since a constable hadn’t come by yet to arrest him, Jack assumed one wouldn’t come calling at all,
God ofc. They couldn't go running to anyone saying you, a known criminal, killed their friend and beat them up because that would give you a problem you couldn't get out of.