Mencheres dropped his hands from my shoulders. โYou know thatโs what he wants. Heโll want to trade, you for her.โ โThen Iโll do it,โ I said. Bonesโs grip on me turned to steel. โNo, you wonโt.
Jeaniene FrostThere were words for what he meant to me, but if I studied every language ever spoken for the next thousand years, I still wouldnโt find enough of them to describe it.
Jeaniene Frost