There was a long silence. Then Rhage’s hand landed on Butch’s shoulder. Besides, you don’t look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You’re this beefy Irish white boy. He’s like…bus exhaust or some shit. Butch
J.R. Ward
There was a long silence. Then Rhage’s hand landed on Butch’s shoulder. Besides, you don’t look a thing like him. I mean…hello? You’re this beefy Irish white boy. He’s like…bus exhaust or some shit. Butch