08-06-2019, 07:17 AM
Chin up and gaze loftily down on him, Zechariah locked eyes on his.
“Be not afraid of my body,” he finished with a devious look, sliding a bookmark in and snapping the book closed with one hand. “Is that the sort of poetry you enjoy?”
“Be not afraid of my body,” he finished with a devious look, sliding a bookmark in and snapping the book closed with one hand. “Is that the sort of poetry you enjoy?”