He flattened himself against a tree, whimpering when the spear brushed against the feathers of his belly. “And trust me Sub—Dory, I’d love to do that for you. But…” I pressed the spear into his belly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make him shiver. “But what?” “We…we just don’t have the funding for that.”
I KNOW he's fucking LYING!!
