When Arrows Fly
I am practically dead meat once he lays his eyes on me again - I will disintegrate, turn into dust and be scattered in the wind.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the rage on Caelum’s face as we enter the house. Rause loosen her hands and harrumphed, crossing her arms, “Look at how comfortable he appears, Rubin!” She snapped, glowering at the pale man who is wriggling his brows over those brilliant purple irises, his white blond hair reflecting the sunlight.
“Enchanté”
“Aeon?”
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