Alyxandra Harvey Quote

Her lips pursed. My palms went damp. Her fangs were out, as pointed and delicate as little bone daggers. That’s disappointing, Solange.I was going to die because I couldn’t embroider roses on a pillow.

Alyxandra Harvey

Her lips pursed. My palms went damp. Her fangs were out, as pointed and delicate as little bone daggers. That’s disappointing, Solange.I was going to die because I couldn’t embroider roses on a pillow.

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