“I mean it," Gabriel said. "Do you know that girl that came after us nearly gave me a heart attack? She said… — C.L.Stone Copy Share Image
“Trouble. Sweetheart. Sang. Don't. Don't slip away." He sniffed. I felt a droplet meeting my forehead. Gabriel was crying. "I need you,"… — C.L.Stone Copy Share Image
“She is Trouble," Gabriel groaned. "And you know it." "Nope, she's aggele mou." "A devil's angel, maybe.” — C.L.Stone Copy Share Image
