©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... vern like a blade of pure command.
Graye jerked upright in a mid-beast interview. "Ohhh, that’s the ’we’ve-gotta-run’ whistle."
Jessy, crouched beneath another monster’s posterior, muttered, "Finally. I was starting to run out of butt jokes."
Rufus flailed for balance, whispering, "Left foot—no, other left—don’t explode, don’t explode—"
Selena merely turned on her heel, her black coat fluttering as if the chaos beneath her wasn’t worth the calories.
Jake, ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE

























