"He went to fight," I mumbled into the floor. I groaned and then whispered, "You might change your mind about that. "Are you all right?" he murmured, his voice anxious. Out of nowhere, Edward's cold hand stroked against my knotted hair. I never wanted to have to see my face in the mirror again. I LAY FACEDOWN ACROSS THE SLEEPING BAG, WAITING for justice to find me.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |