I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath. — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“When he sensed she was too far gone to pull back, he released his hold on her hair and she rested her forehead on his shoulder as he played her like his own private orchestra of silence, writhing and squirming… — Ivory Quinn Copy Share Image
