Lion Head Mesa it’s time to hand it over

but why had he not killed her? qiao's tongue was thick and uncooperative.

she nursed her head and grimaced as she rose. tavina did not soften the delivery of her words. for this, qiao was appreciative.

my skull feels as if it were involved. qiao pointed out dryly, voice thick with ruefulness and pain. is he here?

she was in no shape to kill, yet all the same her gaze glinted like a knife's edge.