His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And in that unlikely moment, as she held his dagger poised high, ready to strike, Royce Westmoreland thought she was the most magnificent creature he'd ever beheld; a wild, beautiful, enraged angel of retribution, her chest rising and falling with… — Judith McNaught Copy Share Image
