Chapter 65 The Bitter Taste Of Irony
- RAFAEL
- Rue was giggling against my chest, her small hands fisting the collar of my shirt. I adjusted her slightly, pretending to wince. "Ugh. Remind me again why I agreed to carry you all the way in? I'm too pretty for spinal damage."
- "You said you were strong," she chirped, kicking her legs playfully.