“Holy shit …,” Dominic whispered.
Maria’s eyes went wide at the sight. The amount of cash that rested inside was probably enough to pay back every cent she had spent on bringing the manor back to its former glory. It was as if the house itself was thanking her … or the …
A scream had them turning their heads to see a man who had been tatted hundreds of times over jump back ten feet. Matthias looked as if he had seen a ghost … “Aw, hell no!”
Made
The weight reminds me of …
what rests on my shoulders.
The warmth reminds me …
to Hell, I have been.
I was told the coat makes the man …
But what is it …
that Made you?
Sarah Brianne
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