Do you love him?" I blurted out.
Laadan swallowed and a long pause followed. In the gap, I heard someone moving around in the kitchen.
I started to grin. "You like him."
Looking away, her lips pursed.
I nudged her with my elbow. "You like him a lot."
She drew herself up. "Your father—"
"Is the love of your life?"
Alexandria," she snapped, but there was no real heat to her tone.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Mots clés alex alex-s-father laadan

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