Starglow Basin You're The Devil In Disguise

soto hangs the line and lets it sink; a fisher waiting to snatch his fat carp. 

but it’s a piranha at the end of his hook, and that piranha sports rapier teeth. 

for several seconds, soto’s face is blank.

then he bursts with laughter from bow to stern, so forceful the gusts he’s nearly knocked over from the pain cracking his ribcage with each hearty laugh. 

he doesn’t find any insult in the accusation. his time in the brotherhood tell him there’s nothing wrong with those practices. 

wiping a tear from his cut cheek with a chuckle, the mirth fades abruptly from his face. una broma, hermano. soto inserts, noting his company has become stiff. nos harás niños lindos. and pretty children is just what the cartel needs.