Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles.
“Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened.
“Welcome back, my itchy witch.
Tags: the-hollows rachel-morgan algaliarept a-perfect-blood big-al
Page 1 of 1.
©gutesprueche.com
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Wir benutzen Cookies
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.