Copyright 2013
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Thirty-Two
Dorso had heard the saying, you can’t make a leopard change its spots, and it flitted through is head then, a ridiculous counterpoint to the seriousness of Adal’s statement. He didn’t care if Adal had spots, stripes, blotches, plaid—he didn’t care what Adal’s appearance was in his shifted form. To Dorso, he was handsome, more so than any other man, and Dorso didn’t hesitate to say so. But Adal shook his head and slumped in the seat. “No. You don’...
Published on January 18, 2013 16:58