“If you hurt Seraphina—if you so much as breathe too close to her, I’ll—” “You’ll?” I interrupt, stepping into his space, daring him to make a move. “You’ll what? You gonna kill me, Judge?” A slow grin spreads across Rook’s face, like the idea of my death brings him nothing but pure joy. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, smoke curling in front of his face. “I’ll show you why Ponderosa Springs called me the Devil long before they ever called me Judge.”
DA DA DUM DADUM BOW BOW BOW!! I MISSED MY MAN ROOK 😩😩😩😩🤭🤭🤭😅😅😅😝😝😝😝
