by cashew jackman » Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:12 pm
Scrath nodded. "I'll call them later." He said, and dashed out. All the police were looking around. "They got away." One of them said.
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”