I didn’t trust a smile with that
many teeth. It didn’t help that Gorvians have no lips or gums. I tried not to
hold that against Belvik. But the fact that he was a lying, cheating, thieving
son of a vental didn’t help either. I pressed the flat of my blade against his
wrist.
“Pull away slowly, and we’ll
pretend that didn’t just happen,” I said with a growling rumble in my chest.
Belvik slowly pulled his hand away
from my belt purse and held up both hands with a full-toothed grin. “No harm,
no foul, friend,” he said, taking a step back before rubbing his wrist.
Sliding my blade back into its
sheath, I muttered, “I didn’t cut you, you big baby. Not that you wouldn’t have
deserved it.”
Belvik’s smile faded, his teeth
retracting into his mouth with audible clicks...
To be continued?
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Dogs in House
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Houdini
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Music Playing
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Spanish Guitar Music Vol.1 on YouTube
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Time writing
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July word
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