Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

no fallin’ again. loko affirmed, scooting with a grin as he felt the nip of teeth to his thigh. he had every intention of coming back, but his expression was sweetly composed. no trace of scheming, promise.

holy place or not, the sound held the only direct access to blackwater. with mireille back, who was to stop him from investigating his new neighbors?

loko learned something valuable that day: the stern reservation erzulie held would burn in his mind for some time. do ye not trust her, then? he queried suddenly, having been enraptured by a side of erzulie he had yet to witness.