Percabeth In Tartarus 소설 & 이야기

Percival He had short, tight black curls, and amber eyes that flicked between us with a calmness I didn’t trust. No tattoos. No muscle to speak of. He didn’t look like a fighter. Nah. He looked like a schemer. One who used his brain more than his beast. And that’s what pissed me off the most. This kid had known exactly what he was doing. He knew the Alpha seat was vacant—somehow. Only Blood Moon and Crescent Moon were supposed to know that Tatiana wasn’t Alpha Conor’s heir.