You don’t have to flay him with it. He’s the son of a poet and has the soul of a bard.
—Teal Ceagh
She was not at the concert any more. She looked around the rustic room, blinking. What the hell?The singer had her in his arms still. There was no balcony between them now.His hands slid into...
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