“Is this really a demigod? I don’t exactly know what my expectations were – it’s not like I have anything to compare it to. But I certainly did not expect a demigod to be walking around in ripped jeans with… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“Silence drops over us again. Laurel picks up her glass and swirls the wine, smelling it with her eyes closed. She takes another deliberate… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“Is this really a demigod? I don’t exactly know what my expectations were – it’s not like I have anything to compare it to.… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
“In one quick motion he grips my head and slams his mouth hard against mine, claiming it with brute force. My lips part to… — Beatrice Sand Copy Share Image
