"The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat"
"I think this’ll definitely tide me over while we’re apart,”Bones laughed, dragging me into his arms with far more strength and quickness than was fair, considering I still had trouble making my limbs operate. “Oh, Kitten,” he murmured as his lips dragged down my throat. “You didn’t really think we were done, did you?"
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Source: Jeaniene Frost (2010). “At Grave's End: A Night Huntress Novel”, p.86, Hachette UK
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