"Then bite," he whispered, his eyes dropping to her mouth. "Stop playing their game and start burning the board. I’ll provide the matches."
Hallie turned, her eyes snapping to his. "And what if I do?" Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen
The velvet curtains of the Royal Albert Hall didn’t just muffle the sound of the London rain; they held back the suffocating weight of a crown Hallie Thorne never asked for. "Then bite," he whispered, his eyes dropping to her mouth
Ransom leaned against the cold brick wall, his dark suit blending into the shadows. He didn't look like a bodyguard. He looked like the kind of sin people confessed on their deathbeds. "And what if I do
"It’s fear," he corrected, stepping into her space. The scent of rain and expensive bourbon followed him. "You’re terrified they’ll see you’re not the doll they painted. That you’ve got teeth."