If you move, I'll kill you. Blood poured down it, but I couldn't find a wound. I finally came up with brain waves. Me, keeping secrets? There was a thread of amusement in his voice again.
Lying bitch. But there was still something in the air like close lightning waiting to strike. They exuded that aura of badass. Most of his hair fell like a black dream around all that white, except for a braid on one side.
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