Spellbound by Her
Jonah held me tightly, so I couldn't see the shadowed depth in his eyes when he murmured, "When you cry like that, I lose all my resolve. Even if you're just using me, Maeve, I'll take it."
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The night was still.
It was early winter in Eventon, yet a faint fragrance of osmanthus lingered in the air. Tiny golden petals drifted across the lake, rippling the surface in widening circles, as though winding around the heart itself.