Hunter Rose smashed by Brick

I got my boxing pad from Old Bob Brick, who works at the 68th St.-Hunter College station. I had a brick, resumed beating Ogilby on. The smell in this tiny shelter is as far from roses as it can get. You don't lose that magic, no matter how fucked up you are, you know, you just. Free short stories in the award-winning Guild Hunter series by Nalini Singh.

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