And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.
Lilith SaintcrowGraves: Itโs going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First oneโs free.
Lilith SaintcrowHis eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.
Lilith Saintcrow