Mots clés gabriel heather chelsea-fine avow
A little heads up would have been nice.
Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay.
From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies.
Mots clés gabriel heather chelsea-fine avow
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die-
No.
Heather took a deep breath and tried to think about something else. Anything else.
Like ponies.
Ponies were a happy thought. They were nice and gentle and they never kidnapped people or strapped them to cold warehouse pillars.
Ponies, ponies, ponies-
"Tie him up by the girl and for God's sake don't kill him!" Clare's - er, Raven's - voice was like nails on a chalkboard as it floated into Heather's ears.
Any attempts to think of ponies came to an abrupt halt.
B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?"
"She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to."
"It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on!
Mots clés gabriel heather chelsea-fine avow
His dark hair was still wet and fell around his head in a tousled way that was too sexy for his own good.
Scarlet wanted to run her hands through it - but oh wait. That could kill him.
Definitely too sexy for his own good.
Mots clés tristan scarlet chelsea-fine avow
He looked at her with his green don't-lie-to-me-woman eyes and Scarlet dropped her guilty gaze to the mahogany desktop, searching around until she found a paperweight shaped like a pyramid to stare at.
Chelsea FineMots clés tristan scarlet chelsea-fine avow
Gabriel sighed and leaned back in the throne. "Are we going to be dramatic now? Maybe I should call for some wine of my own and we can wallow and aimlessly fight through our miserable drunkenness.
Chelsea FineMots clés tristan gabriel chelsea-fine avow
Tristan frowned, not sure if he wanted to live forever.
He hadn't even wanted to wake up that morning.
Forever seemed a bit ambitious.
Mots clés tristan chelsea-fine avow
So you killed my father? You killed my bride?" he growled.
"She wasn't even your woman."
Why did everyone feel the need to remind him of that?
Mots clés gabriel chelsea-fine avow
Get out of my room, you insufferable man.
Chelsea FineMots clés tristan scarlet chelsea-fine avow
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