Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. Why, thank you, Jon, I said brightly, you freaking bastard.Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.
Kim Harrison
Past him was Trent, a tired look on his face. Holding my borrowed shawl close, I watched Jonathan as I slid out. Why, thank you, Jon, I said brightly, you freaking bastard.Trent ducked his head, hiding a smile.