| Banished to Victorian London
"Auburdeen Perneila Hayle," Sassafras hissed, the amber glow from his cat eyes growing until the front of the wicker cage shone with it, "you will do whatever you can to behave yourself, to not embarrass me or your mother and to absolutely under every circumstance maintain a firm hand on your horrid temper."
My anger simmered. Yes, I had a temper. And yes, it had taken me into situations in the past that perhaps I shouldn’t have… |
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