Gabrielโs green eyes sought Will. โIt was demon pox, wasnโt it? You know all about it, donโt you? Arenโt you some sort of expert?โ โWell, you neednโt act as if I invented it,โ said Will.
Cassandra ClareMr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?
Cassandra ClareHe kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.
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