“He snatched up the reins again, holding her tight. There was nothing affectionate or remotely romantic about the gesture; it was desperation, like a man clinging to a ledge. "We run.” — S.A. Chakraborty Copy Share Image
“The bow in hand, he finally staggered up and glanced down the alley, obviously searching for whoever had – what had he said? –… — S.A. Chakraborty Copy Share Image
“He snatched up the reins again, holding her tight. There was nothing affectionate or remotely romantic about the gesture; it was desperation, like a… — S.A. Chakraborty Copy Share Image
