Chapter8

Louise Baston 1.4k words

 

As Ronan flicked his tongue out, catching the dribble of honeycomb ice cream that was snaking down the plastic casing of his iced frappe, he watched Angel out the corner of his eye. The big guy had sprawled in one of the coffee shop's comfy chairs, his long arms...

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