A Single Bright Candle's Flame (Criminal Intentions, #9)

by Cole McCade

“Who we are, what we love, what we intend, what we feel…” The old wolf shook his head. “Sometimes we can’t find that in English, but it’s our common meeting ground. Yet we were shaped by other tongues, and move to the cadence of other music.” His gaze dropped to Seong-Jae’s lips. “So I want to know what music moves you to speak.”