“You fight dirty,” Carmen whispered.
“Darling,” Carmen purred back, “I’ll wear carnations . The red of blood. Your blood, perhaps?”
“I fight to win,” Sofía replied.
“You fight dirty,” Carmen whispered.
“Darling,” Carmen purred back, “I’ll wear carnations . The red of blood. Your blood, perhaps?”
“I fight to win,” Sofía replied.
