A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from. Pig, I barked
Sarah J. Maas
A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from. Pig, I barked