You’re welcome, you know. For what? Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn’t seem to ripple from him here—and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. For saving you when asked.
Sarah J. Maas
You’re welcome, you know. For what? Rhys paused less than a foot away, sliding his hands into his pockets. The night didn’t seem to ripple from him here—and he appeared, despite his perfection, almost normal. For saving you when asked.