Thread:Waring Farms/@comment-27147599-20181221024549/@comment-27147599-20181221032231

“Somebody asked me to do it, I don’t know who. They gave me a letter.” Faith mumbled softly. “Don’t kill me, your highness.” (Maybe he could tell her about the competition to be his ‘spider’ aka spy and assassin

Aaron folded his arms. “I need to speak with you.”

Ethan grunted. “Well someone’s in a sad mood.”