It was a chilling response, but that didn't make it any less true. If Archebold had wanted to drain her dry he could have done so easily. If he'd wanted to trap her and keep her, or kill her while she slept... all were within his power. A reluctant shard of respect for the Ascended pricked its way under her skin, and Isla glanced away from him. "Point taken," she murmured, "though referring to your guests as ripened morsels will not earn you many friends." Somehow, she didn't think he really gave a damn about that either. Isla the flesh is weak |
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