Megan Brielle

93%
Flag icon
“I’d rather just concentrate on your face,” she whispered, reaching up and touching his cheek. He slowed, unable to look at her as a tear dripped off his chin. “Except your hair,” she teased. “You look like you’re in a K-Pop band, Aydin.”
Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview