Previous chapter:
Chapter 51Vol 7 : Arsenal
Next chapter:
Chapter Book 7 54: Animus
PREVIEW
... the pillow over her head. “Won’t even season it, yue bashtards.”
She was usually better at waking up than me but she’d, uh, put her back into it tonight. We were still both pleasurably sore and exhausted. I blinked away the light from the candle borne by legionary behind the partition in the pavilion, sliding on a robe, and limped out without bothering to hide my irritation. The large orc on the other side coughed, visibly embarrassed and unsure where to look, which was mildly amusing c ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE