“...You have a problem, de Winter?" The words left her mouth before her brain filtered them. "Yes, it’s blond, green-eyed, and thinks it’s a god.” — Alex Lidell Copy Share Image
“Are your bites infectious? A stray cat bit a servant at the Agam estate when I was young. She lost her whole arm." Quinton's… — Alex Lidell Copy Share Image
“Hey!” Ignoring my indignant protest, the prince proceeds up the incline, his steps sure and steady despite the rough terrain and my added weight.… — Alex Lidell Copy Share Image
“Hauck, it’s broken,” he calls. “What?” The human you hoarded.” Quinton repeats, waving his hand toward me in disgust. “Something is wrong with it.”… — Alex Lidell Copy Share Image
“...You have a problem, de Winter?" The words left her mouth before her brain filtered them. "Yes, it’s blond, green-eyed, and thinks it’s a… — Alex Lidell Copy Share Image
