How wonderful would it be, she said dreamily, if at this very moment Garak roared into the room and broke Sloan’s neck?
Well, maybe not his neck. Maybe just his arm. Or even just sassed him a little. But still. Something.
How wonderful would it be, she said dreamily, if at this very moment Garak roared into the room and broke Sloan’s neck?
Well, maybe not his neck. Maybe just his arm. Or even just sassed him a little. But still. Something.