Stephen

26%
Flag icon
“You know I have no other woman. Only … duty.” She rolled onto one elbow to look up at him, her big black eyes shining in the candlelight. “That poxy bitch? I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you bleeding. Let duty sleep alone for once, and stay with me tonight.”
A Feast For Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview