“ As iAm cracked the door to his brother’s room, the poor bastard’s suffering stained the very air, making it hard to breathe—and even see properly. Then again, everything was dark by design. Trez? The… J.R. Ward
“ Rehv cleared his throat. What book is that? The Moor looked up, his almond-shaped eyes focusing with a sharpness Rehv could have done without. You’re awake. What book? It’s The Shadow Death Lexicon. L… J.R. Ward
