Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
9.11.2011
“Hey,” I whispered, as Ash slipped his arms around my waist from behind, drawing me close. I could feel his glare aimed at Puck over my head, a silent, protective gesture that spoke louder than any words. “Mine. Back off."
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The Iron Queen
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