She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.
Tina St. JohnHe was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.
Tina St. JohnWould I be healed now if you gave me your blood, Nikolai?” “Are you asking me for it?” “If I were, would you give it to me?
Tina St. John