“I sank into a chair and mopped the frontal bone. Not for many a long day had I been in such a doodah” — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Without a word or hesitation, Pain took the mop from Nick. Suffering moved to pick up glass. "Wow. Where have you two been all my life?" Pain quirked and eyebrow as he mopped the floor. "Walking hand in hand with… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
