Roland Leighton Mga Nobela at Kwento

I tuned him out, “Clinton wasn’t some fool, if he was getting himself into a war with me, he knew better than to leave loose ends,” “Have you called him?” he asked. I palmed my temple, trying to soothe the migraine that was slowly forming, “He is expecting me to do that. But I won’t,” I was in a tight corner, and Roland had just made a rookie but explosive mistake. The power he held was like a landmine, one wrong turn and I would see the world blow up in my face. “So what are you going to do?” he asked, his face mirroring my expression.