Chapter 45 Help (2)
- The chatterers weren't stopping, even though most of them were jotting notes on their pads, but it seemed they still had many other questions to ask. And the good Don was all ready to answer whatever it was.
- She held his arms, whispering, trying to hold back tears, "Master, no, please."
- He turned to look at her, his palms placed on the side of her head. "I hope you had a nice time with Abby, Maya.."