Ransom leaned against the cold brick wall, his dark suit blending into the shadows. He didn't look like a bodyguard. He looked like the kind of sin people confessed on their deathbeds.
Hallie turned, her eyes snapping to his. "And what if I do?" Thorne Princess by L.J. Shen
"You’re shaking, Princess," he murmured, his voice a low grate that skipped down her spine. "It’s cold," Hallie lied, chin lifted. Ransom leaned against the cold brick wall, his