Starglow Basin basura

again, that molten promise. soto savors it, following saya's gaze to the captives.

once, soto believed that children's souls were to be protected at all costs. he believed that when he first set eyes on safiya.

but that was before khusobek took him captive, exposing him to brutality he'd never tasted before. there, on the receiving end, soto's worldviews had shifted.

that was before octavio niiño sanchez was ripped to fucking shreds at his doorstep. mother mary fucking weeps.

there's ice in her glittering gaze. soto marvels it and wonders if he's signed the boy's death warrant.

whatever; an eye for an eye, a boy for niño.

give those inbred sandfuckers a real taste of cartel vengeance.

anything i should know? no. come tu corazón.