Death's Mistress Page 76
He brushed his lips over mine, the faintest of touches, his breath warm against my skin. “I intend to give you every opportunity to try.”
I smiled as I drifted back to sleep. Okay. That could work.
He brushed his lips over mine, the faintest of touches, his breath warm against my skin. “I intend to give you every opportunity to try.”
I smiled as I drifted back to sleep. Okay. That could work.