You Taste Like Trouble To Me...
“Soak for as long as you need. When you are ready to get out, call my name, and I’ll bring you some fresh clothes. Ok?”
Brandon nodded again, his lips trembling. “What about you?”
“I have to talk to… her,” Charlotte answered. The fact that she was covered in blood somehow amused the girl. She knew it would be disturbing enough of a sight to make Romy listen. Though she wasn’t sure exactly what to say, there were things Lotte knew needed saying. For one, her Aunt was a loudmouth. Clearly, whatever was going on in Varglow, it needed to be kept a secret. Not blabbed to everyone whom Romy could get to listen… and she could get quite a few people to listen when she wanted them to. For another thi
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