xxii
Down.
The water tastes like blood.
Down.
Cold slips comfortably over my scales.
Down.
My wings carve a path through the current.
Down.
My talons reach out in the darkness.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro
Down.
The water tastes like blood.
Down.
Cold slips comfortably over my scales.
Down.
My wings carve a path through the current.
Down.
My talons reach out in the darkness.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro