Luneshale Pass perla

his gaze passes from unbroken spirit to brother; tether-keeper of this woman's life. if she was smart she would humor juarez while he still found an ounce of joy in her.

she jests of limp dicks. soto's face lights with a brief, lacy smile. nosotros podemos arreglar eso.

he jerks his head to the side for his brother, conveying in tones the silver bird would not hear. his plans to bring spice packets and small gifts to the nearby pack.

business first. soto would have his pleasure later.