Quote by Sylvia Day
““Will you miss me?” “I hope not,” he muttered, feeling surly for no reason he could recognize. “I shall miss you.” Alert, he studied her. “You will?” “No. It seemed like the thing to say.””
““Will you miss me?” “I hope not,” he muttered, feeling surly for no reason he could recognize. “I shall miss you.” Alert, he studied her. “You will?” “No. It seemed like the thing to say.””