Lori ngồi lại trên ghế và đưa cho anh ta một lần. “Những gì trong thế giới đã tham gia vào Ben Lawson? Trò đùa? Trò chơi? Có lẽ tôi nên ngủ với Molly. Tôi nghĩ cô ấy có một hooha ma thuật.
How do you know me, girl?” He asked, his voice caked with venom. There was movement from the curtains and the throng of vamps seemed to cry out as one, in a sound of pure surprise.My head turned towards the figure of a young man. He looked like an angel, dressed in white and gold, but whether that was because he caused Petrel to stop or the flickering candlelight from the sconces above us, I couldn’t say.
Cyrese Covelli, Wolfsmage [Witchlock Book 3]