Arrow Lake ou l'Optimisme

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His eyes crease to slits. Of course he flaunts. He rarely does anything but. That doesn't absolve her from her own flaunting, but—alas. There is no reasoning with those who think they know all, including the future of others. And speaking of that...!

So soon? Donatien quips, tilting his head. Not that he cares, but: Do I not even get a hint of my fate? His tongue swipes along dark jowls, over pointed rows of ivory. Is zat not what seers do .... give others zeir fortunes? 

Oh, do tell. Do not go and take your kill with you. (Although he is not one to take food from les voyantes, only love — they are not to be trusted.)

His hunger blinds him to his usual manner of avoiding such charlatans.

And besides, she is pretty, scars and all.

Will you mark me? the du Pont queries, nostrils flaring. He imagines the feeling of her teeth on his skin and his cock hardens.