Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190707054104/@comment-36159587-20190708055041

They didn't need to look further, because the figure reappeared, his eyes a swirling smoky gray. "Did you really have to do that?!" Benigno demanded, to no one in particular, it seemed, but probably to the young boy, who had his hand around his jacket, with a grip like a vise.