Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
The fury winked out as if never there in the first place, his only response to blink. “You just can’t kill people and be pretty. It’s confusing.” Evie began unwrapping the wool scarf her little sister, Lyssa, had given her on her last birthday, stepping closer to The Villain and holding it up like a signal of peace. “For the blood, Your Evilness.”
