“They stared each other down again. And Lorcan knew that if he wanted, he could wait until she was asleep, take it for himself, and vanish. See what might make her so protective of it. But he knew … some… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Where’s Rowan?” he sneered. His close-fitting dark clothes, armored with black metal at the forearms and shoulders, seemed to gobble up the dim light. “Still warming your bed?” She didn’t want to know how Lorcan knew that. “Isn’t that all… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
