Quote by Darynda Jones
““Dematerialize.” “I… I can’t.” My chest ached, but not from the buckshot. “I have holes.” The grin that slid across his face was a most wicked thing. “I know. I like your holes.””
““Dematerialize.” “I… I can’t.” My chest ached, but not from the buckshot. “I have holes.” The grin that slid across his face was a most wicked thing. “I know. I like your holes.””