Tag: dark-kings, dragons, dreagan-whisky, hunter-green-dragon, paranormal-romance, scottish-romance

He set his whisky tumbler on the table, but kept his fingers around it. “What do you see in my eyes?”…”Tell me, lass,” he urged softly.She suddenly understood the term ‘old soul,’ because one sat before her now. And, as if opening a book, she caught a glimpse of Asher. The words then tumbled out of her mouth. “Endlessness. Sorrow. Agony. Distress. Rage.

He set his whisky tumbler on the table, but kept his fingers around it. “What do you see in my eyes?”…”Tell me, lass,” he urged softly.She suddenly understood the term ‘old soul,’ because one sat before her now. And, as if opening a book, she caught a glimpse of Asher. The words then tumbled out of her mouth. “Endlessness. Sorrow. Agony. Distress. Rage.