“I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I’m sure earlier today when… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share Image
“I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Ah, such a good pretty one.' There was a pause, 'You even got yourself dressed up.” — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“East Hollow is full of tormented souls.’ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“By the sound of things, you know nothing about mathematics.' 'You can put it like that. I'm utterly useless.' 'Useless is such a harsh… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“No. No… No!’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Avalon is full of desperate people.’ She bites at her lower lip this time, fumbling her hands, knitting her fingers into the bundle of… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening.… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won't make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“You’re different, Elli. You’re unlike anyone else, it’s because of that…’ ‘How can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me?… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I can’t just take it.’ ‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer... A mere mortal girl thinking a demon… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
“I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and… — Charlotte Munro Copy Share
