“The air was thick with nostalgia, scented by the bonfire, and alight with fireflies. Their tiny yellow lights danced with orange embers against the starry sky, and she wondered again why she'd left home when the world was so magical… — Julie Anne Lindsey Copy Share Image
“The air was thick with nostalgia, scented by the bonfire, and alight with fireflies. Their tiny yellow lights danced with orange embers against the… — Julie Anne Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Carter dragged her onto his lap and held her in the same way, in the same loft, like seven years had never passed. This… — Julie Anne Lindsey Copy Share Image
