The Gender Game (The Gender Game #1)

by Bella Forrest

There was a hollow sense of grief.

beeline

glided

Quaint

chambermaid

pang

melancholy

monotone.

stoic,

innocuous

Having both been victims of the law in our countries, I supposed we were more vulnerable to wondering. Grief did that to you. It made you wish for a life that wasn't yours. It made you dream.