CHOSEN BY RUIN
Liam takes two steps closer, onyx eyes pinning mine.
The courtyard suddenly feels smaller.
“Since you want specifics, here you go,” he pauses, then continues, “I want a book Xaden has. The Dragon Rider.”
My brows knit together as I try to make sense of his words, then I scoff, folding my arms. “Then go ask him for it.” I totally don’t understand why he’s telling me he wants a book Xaden has.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and then his tongue clicks softly against his teeth.