Patience, my friends are awesome. Morroccan- Hunter is not your husband. You just are making that up. That's a huge lie. so ha ha in your face. My friends are so sweet and awesome to me. I am all my… — Clare Copy Share Image
“Amy talks about that bastard Hunter like he’s reg’lar people,” Henry hissed. Loretta walked over to the window and unfastened the doeskin membrane to gaze out into the twilight. She curled her fingers around the windowsill, digging her nails into… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
