Starglow Basin destripado

when will you set us free? qiao rounded upon the scoundrel, devoid of the respect she knew he commande. sangre's wounds have been tended to - between herself and @Fiamma, the woman had better prognosis for survival than before. and qiao, growing impatient in such cramped quarters, demanded her freedom.

she hobbled closer, peering at the ugly scar across the man's face. it was oozing still, and qiao had never once offered to treat it. she had hoped in doing so, the stupid man might lose his eye. a fair price to pay for breaking her leg and forcing her to heal her captors.

if the small fingerspells she wove under the cover of darkness were of any good, he would lose his eye and then some in the coming days.