And if you say no, by the way, I’m going to level us all like that.” Fact is, he’s my last change, so yeah, I’m sorry, but I go with him. “It’s past of the arrangement, and believe me, I wouldn’t choose this either. “Well, here’s the thing.” As the king cursed, the man, Lassiter, laughed. “Price,” Wrath said, still looking at his brother. Before we have to put Blay in an iron lung.' 'Now, put the fuckers on, John, and let's be done with this. Qhuinn flashed a brilliant smile, all twelve kinds of proud for being such an ass. That would be tutu, I believe, and you can keep the cross-dressing to yourself, ya perv.' 'And now you offend my honor.' Facing off at John, he flipped into a fencing stance.īlay laughed. Qhuinn abruptly lifted himself off Blay and straightened his clothes with a sharp tug. 'You sure, Qhuinn? 'Cause I have a feeling they're going to fit and you might change your mind. With a silent laugh, John sat on one of the locker room benches, shook out his pair of white socks, and pulled them on under his new old jeans.

'That's agape.'īlay was trying not to smile, trying not to be delighted, but his eyes were sparkling like sapphires and his cheeks were getting red. I'm agasp.'īlay grunted and scrambled to keep Qhuinn up off the floor. Qhuinn threw himself at Blay, grasping onto the guy's shoulders and hanging his full weight off him. 'Whither thou knowest thy ass from thy elbow, young scribe?' Theatrics?' Qhuinn leaped up and assumed a Roman oratory pose.

You're just going to lose this argument, and it will save us from the theatrics.' Were you raised in a barn? Don't be ruuuuuude, my boy.

Lover Enshrined by J.R. Ward