He then eyed Tristan and took a step back, stumbling over his cloak. “You must be the earl’s twin brother. But your eyes…how are they so green?”

“They were brown until your heathen of a cousin shot me through the heart,” Tristan said crossly.

Auteur: Chelsea Fine

He then eyed Tristan and took a step back, stumbling over his cloak. “You must be the earl’s twin brother. But your eyes…how are they so green?”<br /><br />“They were brown until your heathen of a cousin shot me through the heart,” Tristan said crossly. - Chelsea Fine


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