Leather & Lark (Ruinous Love, #2)

by Brynne Weaver

“Didn’t he have a gold cap on one of them?” Leander sloshes the mixture around and peers into the jug, but there’s not much to see in the brown sludge. “Yeah, he did. So, it’s got fancy calcium. Anyway, I’m sure it tastes pretty much the same.”

“Geallaim duit a bheith i mo fhear céile dílis duit, fad a mhairimid le chéile,”