Luneshale Pass colina

soto anticipates refusal. there’s always one or two. the cartel finds other uses for them.

she seems to look it over, pondering it as she delicately unwrapped its bindings. but then to his great excitement she consumes it all — doe eyes fixing back on him.

a wide smile cracks across his hungry jaws; the first of such deeply emotive expressions he’d shown for her.

bueno. he sits back and waits.