For the first time since we had gotten away I desperately wanted a Mahid or two at my back so I could throttle this officious guard-Captain. I couldn't see her clearly through the lace over the slit in the veil. The last fellows who rented it must have been smokers with bad teeth because somehow it reeked of stale katzerik smoke and bad breath. I couldn't breathe as the woman took her time
Published on April 20, 2010 15:07