Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
— Lia Davis
Death's Storm
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
Hands on hips, she cast him a narrowed-eye gaze. “Move.”“You’re not leaving.”“And you’re not stopping me.
— Lia Davis
Death's Storm
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved