A/N: Tax forms argh, so another ficpost….
Leaning back in the passenger seat, Sonny sighed. “Okay. For the last time – and after three months of cold shoulder, I really hope this is the last time – I’m not going to say I’m sorry. Masquerade, partner. It’s how we live. How we keep things like the Inquisition from coming back again; and they killed a lot more humans than Kindred, okay?” Continue reading