"So, Mr. Misogynist Editor, you're afraid of strong women, huh?" I purr the words at him, the point of my dagger resting on his nose. Sweat trickles down his fat forehead over the pitted surface of his cheeks and drips off his chin. "What on Earth is there to be afraid of?"Flash of metal while… Continue reading Dames and Daggers
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