Chapter 35: Who’s jealous of a glass of milk?
The weekend—a drowsy, languid weekend. Ever since she’d indulged in a feast of blood at Otis’s place last time, Hill hadn’t gone out to hunt at night even once. Liches,…
The weekend—a drowsy, languid weekend. Ever since she’d indulged in a feast of blood at Otis’s place last time, Hill hadn’t gone out to hunt at night even once. Liches,…