“Blay thought of the text that he didn’t intend to ignore. “You suck.” “Yes, I do, don’t I.” Qhuinn licked his lips.… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
