Golden hair Quote by Sarah J. Maas

“Quick as a whip, she did the only thing she could think of to distract him. Her mask clattered to the ground, and she shook off her hood. Her golden hair gleamed in the growing light. Rolfe froze. “You … You’re … What sort of trickery is this?” quote by Sarah J. Maas — Download Open image

““Quick as a whip, she did the only thing she could think of to distract him. Her mask clattered to the ground, and she shook off her hood. Her golden hair gleamed in the growing light. Rolfe froze. “You … You’re … What sort of trickery is this?””

Sarah J. Maas

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