shylaaa 🪩🤍

9%
Flag icon
“I don’t have meetings for another hour,” I pointed out. Jameson’s adrenaline-kissed smile was, in a word, dangerous. “In that case,” he murmured, “could I interest you in some shapely hedges, a statue of Hercules, and a white peacock?”
Games Untold: An Inheritance Games Collection
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview