Codename: Blackheart
Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!”
Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me?
“I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get
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