I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. Hello, Feyre darling, he purred.
Sarah J. Maas
I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. Hello, Feyre darling, he purred.