Broken Pieces. Epilogue Two: Logan.
Logan said into the phone, glancing towards the wedding reception nearby that late afternoon. “yeah. it’s nice. good to see a friend getting married. wish you could be here,” logan said softer than before. out of habit? instinct?
Henry Rider and the First Hunter's Hammer
When i wasn’t instantly deep fried like a possum at a louisianan wedding reception, though, i opened my eyes in surprise to see sister swoosh just standing where i’d left her. so what was making those… _oh, shish kabobs._ **_“jelly smashin’ time!”