Black Morass i'm timeless

the pitch black brute follows, if hesitantly. his eyes searched for kovictus, how close does this reverend mother need him to be?

reverend mother. he dipped his head regardless, his own smile crinkling his eyes careful not to leer. she was a prize, no wonder the dominus promised to geld him if he ever caught theissor in bed with her. he straightened his shoulders, and cocked his head to the side. i assume your husband has told you of me? if you knew my name.