Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His stunning green eyes bore through me. “A corpse
convention?” Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous.
“What are you running away from?” I retorted. “Your mirror?

Autore: Ellen Schreiber

Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His stunning green eyes bore through me. “A corpse<br />convention?” Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous.<br />“What are you running away from?” I retorted. “Your mirror? - Ellen Schreiber



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