Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. I dare you. Temper—he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much. Good. That made two of us. I flung my other shoe right at his head, as swift and hard as the first one.
Sarah J. Maas
Rhys’s lip pulled back from his teeth. I dare you. Temper—he had to be in some mood today to let his temper show this much. Good. That made two of us. I flung my other shoe right at his head, as swift and hard as the first one.