He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.
A nightmare. This was a nightmare. "You can't really like flowers."
Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
A nightmare. This was a nightmare. "You can't really like flowers."
Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ Heir of Fire ]
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