02-05-2022, 09:55 AM
Zechariah stared, lip curled in open contempt.
“You were,” he stepped to the switch and paraphrased: “inspecting for a burglar …” he flicked it off, and then on, and then off, and then on again, “like this?” Flick, flick. “And this?” Flickflick. “And this?”
Even in the dark, his gaze did not relent.
“You were,” he stepped to the switch and paraphrased: “inspecting for a burglar …” he flicked it off, and then on, and then off, and then on again, “like this?” Flick, flick. “And this?” Flickflick. “And this?”
Even in the dark, his gaze did not relent.