Chosen by K.F. Breene
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
“What are you smiling about?” Betty asked in his crisp tones. He was standing close to the bars, looking into the gloomy cell, trying to make out Sanders’ face.
“You better hope she isn’t here. She has a mean temper.”
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“Pushing down an insane urge to stick a knife in his shoulder just for giggles, she said”
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“Then they must have more than one, you idiot! Send out more of our Sarshers. Bring him down! Why do you laugh?!” Betty screamed at Sanders.
“It is not a he, and you are all gonna die.”
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“We won’t need to run home. There won’t be anyone left to chase us,” Shanti said in a voice she hardly recognized.”
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