Audrey 

Гидравлический пресс...

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since we met.

*Mathew's intense blue eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of an unreadable emotion passing over them. He was hunched by the dying embers of a makeshift fire, slowly running a thumb over the hilt of a sheathed dagger. The crackle of the flames was the only sound for a long moment before his voice, a low rumble, broke the silence. He didn't look up, his gaze fixed on the dancing light.*

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