“Probably.”
“They want me to come looking,” he said softly. luckydog7
In the sprawling, rain-slicked city of Verance, luck wasn’t just a concept—it was a currency. And no one had more of it than the man they called LuckyDog7. “Probably
“Probably.”
“They want me to come looking,” he said softly.
In the sprawling, rain-slicked city of Verance, luck wasn’t just a concept—it was a currency. And no one had more of it than the man they called LuckyDog7.