If they're shitty, you're shitty back, but you give them the chance first. I touched the silky warmth of the skin just inside Nathaniel's hip, that soft pocket of flesh that frames the groin. Maybe dimple wasn't the right word for them, but I had no other word to use. He used the cloak, or one similar to it, on stage.
Let's just say that I don't want a line of roadkill trailing after me, or worse yet, some 'accidental' zombie come shambling into my room. There were other things that I was going to get blamed for, but they weren't my fault either. Something close to real fear went through his eyes. We want you all out of here before dawn, alright? They all nodded.
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