As he picked up a piece of chalk like it was a dead spider, he glanced at the Brother. “I thought this stuff was outlawed after the turn of the century?” “You want me to write using your face instead?” Tohr drawled. “Are you allowed to say that to students?” “You a good enough fighter to get me to stop?” Peyton shook his head. “Nope. Not even close.” “Smart answer, son.
Blood Kiss, J.R Ward








