A Cage of Crimson (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #5)

by K.F. Breene

“Someone stoke that fire. It’s cold, isn’t it?” “No, you’re just dying, thank the gods,” Dante said, still curled up in a ball. “I’m tired of listening to you snore.” “Won’t you feel bad if I am actually dying,” Sixten muttered. “No,” Dante replied.