Post by Lynn on Mar 29, 2007 21:14:17 GMT -5
Calla tilted her head, shaking it then bending down to yank the poor bruised boy to his feet. "You'll live. Just walk it out," she said with a crooked grin and pushed the boy to take a step. "And hell, if you don't live, then no cops will be able to find you out here. That's solace to me!"
