“Rubbing at the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, Thorn snorted at his tirade. “Should I get my violin out? I feel this little chat of yours needs an accompanying rhapsody.” — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Michael stepped back with a frown. “When you put it that way, what you’re doing almost makes sense.” Yet after a second, he shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re on the same side. How is this even possible?” Thorn… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
