“Kevin said, “All your clothes are black.” Karla’s brows drew together. “Not exactly.” She pointed out different items. “Onyx, charcoal, thunderhead. Shall I go on?” — Regina Duke Copy Share Image
She might not know what your routine is, but I do,” I said softly. “So put the lantern down. You’re not burning me yet, and we both know it.” “What’s she saying?” Sarah demanded, hobbling over. His white brows drew… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
