by herondale. » Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:44 am
Zane controlled himself. Breathign silently. He grapsed hold of Siona's hand. It felt cold but that was natural, especially for this time of year. He looked at the wound and cringed at the blood.
(gotta go, dinner!!)
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herondale. on Fri Oct 01, 2010 7:07 am, edited 1 time in total.