Senna’s POV
Thistle sat at the table with me, trying not to look exhausted, even though I knew he was.
“We have to go over this again,” I said firmly. He stifled a yawn but nodded. I had to be firm about this. His life might depend on it.
It had...
Senna’s POV
Thistle sat at the table with me, trying not to look exhausted, even though I knew he was.
“We have to go over this again,” I said firmly. He stifled a yawn but nodded. I had to be firm about this. His life might depend on it.
It had...