More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Paedyn.” His dark brows raise slightly in question. “My name is Paedyn, not darling.” “Paedyn,” he echoes with a small smile, testing out the word.
If only death had any regard for promises.
“I’m a fool.” The smile she gives me is equally amused and alluring. “Only when you’re around me?” “Only for you.”
“What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”