A Soul to Steal (Duskwalker Brides #6)

by Opal Reyne

“Go away,” he lightly rumbled. “Yeah, shoo, Mr dusty man! Or I’ll sic my giant feather duster on you,” Gideon chimed in. “We’ve had enough of your interruptions.” Within the darkness, Aleron’s orbs flared bright yellow. “He is rather dusty.”