|work| | Knave Ballbust
Whump.
Not a kick. A nudge. A statement of intent. knave ballbust
“Language, knave.” She nudged his forehead with the toe of her boot, tilting his face up. Tears streaked his dirt-smudged cheeks. “The Baron’s scepter. In my hand. Now.” knave ballbust
Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.” knave ballbust