makhis: “I hate you,” Alex whispered. From the beginning, Irene had been everything she
makhis: “I hate you,” Alex whispered. From the beginning, Irene had been everything she could not be, everything she could not have.Irene didn’t flinch. Her skin was warm against Alex’s hand. Her gaze was searching. “I don’t think you do.”-Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Lilisten on spotify -- source link