“Well...unfortunately there's a little problem," he said. "What?" He pointed up. "That." I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where I'd hung it three hours before. "Okay, but what does that-?" Rhys kissed me. "I really,… — Michelle Rowen Copy Share Image
“Rhys only peered over his broad shoulder, to the cheerful restaurant behind us. 'That first night we were all here,' he said, and I followed his gaze, watching the workers set the tables with loving precision. 'When you told Sevenda… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
