”Bloody fucking Jack!”

A hiss, accompanied by a groan, sizzles through grit teeth at the pain that flares in his hand when Ariya removes another glass shard. She sighs and gives him a look that tells him to be still. It’s not easy, though, when both of his hands are full of glass.

“I swear, sometimes I’d choke him if it wouldn’t hurt me too,” he ( Read more... )