If my luck held, it wouldn't be a handsome Greek demigod looking for the love of his life or at least his love of a couple of hours.
It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.
They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.
Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.
Beautiful I would never be. Striking, that I could manage.
I stopped the blade two inches before it touched Andreaโs neck. Because she was my best friend, and sticking knives into your best friendโs windpipe was generally considered to be a social faux pas.