Letting Life Lead
“Price? Your tongue. Much I could do with it.” He licked his lips.
“Rupahu, Deceiver! Interfere and your claim is forfeit. You will return it — unsullied,” Ariel demanded.
“That’s me. Done! Now, clever one, that pretty tongue. Pity — you didn’t bargain for painless.”
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