Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the road

"there were many disservices," mireille decided, and with a fanged smirk not warm at all, a sharkish expression which conveyed her deep intention to retaliate.
had they not practiced for it?
"rest, cherie," mireille murmured, pressing a kiss to the sullen brow. "i will talk with your matant. an' we will decide what to do."
touch to lafayette; if miette had no more to say than they would leave her to grudging slumber.