by cashew jackman » Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:15 am
Creed
He watched, wiping away tears of laughter.
Scythe
He got everything ready and mounted, spurring his horse forward as the dogs chased Switch out.
“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?”