His little Angel
Nothing but dust, endless, endless dust and a very broken girl.
Madeline smiled judging by the prologue, the book just screamed please read me and she was going to and you should too.
"Who are you..Death?..."
The mc asked as she closed at the person dressed in a ragged black coat.
"Sometimes but not today..."
Madeline closed the book, taking a deep breath, this was her reaction whenever she read a good line.
"It's like I'm transported into the book.."
Madeline opened the book again and continued reading, somehow she found her way back to her room.