Come, Raven. We must leave now. Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire’s face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty.Mikhail’s dictating was grating on already raw nerves.
Christine Feehan
Come, Raven. We must leave now. Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire’s face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth twisted with cruelty.Mikhail’s dictating was grating on already raw nerves.