“Scout released me, then wiped tears from beneath her eyes. Catharsis, I guessed. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—you seriously rock, Parker.” "Tell me again, Green,” I said as we switched on flashlights and headed through the… — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
“You should be wearing green," she said. "To match your eyes." "In case you never noticed, my eyes are gray." "Never mind that," she said, once again waving my words away. "That brown washes out your skin tone." Why was… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
