“Good afternoon, Sasha,” Finn replied, curiously eyeing the black book under his arm. The picture on the cover was of two pale hands holding a blood red apple. “What’s that you’re reading?” “Ah, just a book to practicing my English,”… — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share
“Good afternoon, Sasha,” Finn replied, curiously eyeing the black book under his arm. The picture on the cover was of two pale hands holding a blood red apple. “What’s that you’re reading?” “Ah, just a book to practicing my English,” he said in a nonchalant tone. There was absolutely nothing about his embarrassed grin that implied he was reading it… — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share
“Are you thirsty Anthea?” he warned, glaring at his sister. “Why don’t I fetch you a glass of shut the hell up?” — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
“You know, the one problem with building up unattainable fantasies in one’s head,” he said, staring intently at the television, “is that they grow… — Emigh Cannaday Copy Share Image
