The vamp strode towards the fortress and cut through a trail to the rocky area to the west.
Frankly, when you cut through all the flowery words, he was a first-class con man—a rascal.
His knife cut through her jumper, slicing into her skin.
Shaking with fear for Brady, she watched them cut through the skin grafts and transfuse blood then jump his heart.
He made a precision cut through the meat.
