"You’re shaking, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low grate that skipped down her spine. "It’s cold," Hallie lied, chin lifted.
Hallie turned, her eyes snapping to his. "And what if I do?" Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen
"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." "You’re shaking, Princess," he murmured, his voice a
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. " he murmured
"Then bite," he whispered, his eyes dropping to her mouth. "Stop playing their game and start burning the board. I’ll provide the matches."