Charles, mate, you fret too much. I’m a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.” “Handle your blood?” Bones offered dryly. Ian grinned. “Exactly.
Charles, mate, you fret too much. I’m a grown man, I am,
Charles, mate, you fret too much. I’m a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.” “Handle your blood?” Bones offered dryly. Ian grinned. “Exactly.
