“Syn scanned the crowd with the same precision Nykyrian used, except she noticed the way his gaze would pause on particularly nice… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Were you hurt?” (Nykyrian) Syn shifted, some of his anger diminishing. “No.” (Syn) “Then why are you having a fit?” (Nykyrian) Syn… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“When they returned to her flat, Syn looked up from where he lay on the couch watching the viewer, shock etched on… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
