“Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.” — Patricia Lynne Copy Share Image
“All right,” he muttered and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes… — Patricia Lynne Copy Share Image
“I would like it very much if you pulled on something of mine.” Kale” — Patricia Lynne Copy Share Image
“I smiled, trying to look harmless. “Don't do that. You'll freak everyone out,” he ordered. I dropped my smile. “Now you look like you… — Patricia Lynne Copy Share Image
“Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.” — Patricia Lynne Copy Share Image
