christyb
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A sharp tip of sword rested against Hevej's neck. Mother applied just enough pressure where it caused the slightest pain. Her voice ran cold and hard...
And where do you think you're going with that bumbling idiot on your back?
And where do you think you're going with that bumbling idiot on your back?