Firestone Hot Springs i pro[m]ise to be different

well talk about a change of character. instead of lunging for him again, he paced around, going on about how he wanted a pretty boy or blood. cupid narrowed his eyes. he wasn’t getting either that easily.

“you pop up here, insult me, try to fuck up my face, and then expect me to hand myself over to you?” he let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “you’re nice lookin’, but not enough for me to fall over you.” he tilted his head upward. “find yourself another pretty boy.”