Chapter 25: Stirring Trouble
“You’re wrong, my dear little blood livestock. You are… ‘dead wrong’.” Klal withdrew her finger, drawing out a thin silver thread of saliva, which she slowly wiped away on Sylvie’s…
“You’re wrong, my dear little blood livestock. You are… ‘dead wrong’.” Klal withdrew her finger, drawing out a thin silver thread of saliva, which she slowly wiped away on Sylvie’s…