Billionaire's Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead
And, soon, my eyes start to close, my lips parted as I let the tingles seep deep into my bones.
“The butterfly means beauty and freedom, the smoky bird represents freedom and hope, the thorns stands for resilience, while the black rose…” Zeath suddenly pauses before blurting out, “death?”
“I think it’s mystery,” I shrug, “at least that’s what the tats artist told me, and bloody hell you guys look way deeper into shii than necessary.”
Zeath looks at me through the mirror, and my heart skips a beat.
“It depends. Were you really a caged bird?” he asks while letting his hands slide to the front—to my collarbones, I mean.