House-Of-Legions
ndown building. A lone figure shrouded in the darkness of n
demand anything from him, obviously at first he refused. But Franchesca never deterred in the slightest. No, Draiken women were known for their persistence, and Franchesca
k, a minute of your time, maximum
ed as he walked her out of his office toward the elevator. Unlike his siblings he wasn't ruled b
sed, she left and
rs to spare before his next meeting. He should've never tracked the girl, he should have walked away, but cowardice wasn't
ng Lightwatcher, behold his virgin sister. She was jumping up, trying to reach a branch in the tree. Wi
which led him to now, stan
him because he missed his family, he yearned for his mother. Now, the pain he festered in le
re just too dangerous to accept he clenched his jaw, s
name and soon. So will th
s reverie. Turning, he faced the rapid click of
e echoed through the space o
n, attire somewhat out of ordinary for a private meeting
ashioned' formality held a touch of reverence. Because whi
ith the easterly wind as h
Sorry, Clare's difficult to avoid, I'm running out
eception fuels inquisitors, Fra
started drinking himself into foolishness for which new woman, William never wanted to know
needed to speak. Sending a
uintin, longer
which he ignored and continued, "The
ible at meddling. It took three wars which he caused to figure that out. The plausible solu