“Why do you do that?” Torrin’s voice echoes in the empty hall. His hand is holding my arm gently, not at all like Derek does. I can’t have this. I can’t. I shouldn’t have ever come here with him. I… — Brooklyn Skye Copy Share Image
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death. — Thomas Browne Copy Share Image
