Never lowered Roxy’s bow hand to complete the form, his eyes not leaving hers, “A gift to treat wisely.” He should end it, he knew the consequences for engaging in the life of another in his predicament. He’d use her, Roxy was only a means to an end for him. A girl fortune had thrown his way and he wasn’t about to let her slip before her uses were exploited. This situation opened a door for him, it might make it a little easier to crack her. . .Yet Never feared he’d end up liking her too much.
.:.Treblemaker.:. wrote:Izzy glared at Quaint and crossed his arms. "You're an a** h***..." Izzy grumbled and deleted the poem before shutting the computer down.
'One word to describe my personality.' Quaint said amused.