Ryan Evans Hsm Novels & Stories

Klaus removed his robe, his sweatpants and sleeveless white shirt remained as he set the bottles of bourbon on the ring. “I don’t give a shit if you’re handicapped, Evan,” he murmured, tossing over a bandage wrap. “Enemies don’t care if you’re on your period and suffering from PMS.” Devin chortled beside me. I glared at him. He’s deemed to be on my team, that’s why I brought him here, plus I needed his plane. I should really buy one one of these days instead of borrowing planes from these infuriating men.