You’re different,” he said, touching my face.Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.

You’re different,” he said, touching my face.Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.

– Sylvia Day –

Entwined with You

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