She wriggled the demon’s fingers a bit more. It’d make a good back-scratcher. Rowan only frowned. Killjoy, she said, and chucked the arm onto the torso of the Wyrdhound.
Sarah J. Maas
She wriggled the demon’s fingers a bit more. It’d make a good back-scratcher. Rowan only frowned. Killjoy, she said, and chucked the arm onto the torso of the Wyrdhound.