Midnight shrugged. "I know a few fallen and not fallen. A few owe me. I could make calls if it would help."
John's daring always attracted Pam like a moth to a flame. He was the most beautiful when he was his most suicidal. Her nails played along the skin on his bone before finding a soft patch of flesh between his neck, shoulder and collar bone. She pistoned her hips faster as she curled fingers over his shoulder as she shoved her thumb nail into that soft patch.