HANDS WERE QUICKLY TUCKED INTO the pockets of his robes without worrying whether that looked like he was trying to conceal something or not —- he was. cold murder wasn’t in him as it was in her ; it was an ugly, dreadful experience he would rather not have to repeat. the corner of his lips was twisted into something that resembled a snarl more than a smile.
‘ concerned, are you, bella ? keep it to yourself. ’
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STATUS: ACCEPTING
FOR: @opheliacsoul