with a wronged expression. "Can you let go of me" she whimpered. "My wrist hurts."The night owl glanced at the fair arm in his palm, suddenly let go, and asked relentlessly, "Location, where were you...
with a wronged expression. "Can you let go of me" she whimpered. "My wrist hurts."The night owl glanced at the fair arm in his palm, suddenly let go, and asked relentlessly, "Location, where were you...