Chapter-130. Fatal desire-2
[Asher]
A cry tore from my throat as my fingers curled into tight fists.
The throne was cold beneath my touch.
The crown prince's flute still played the melody.
Xanthea's
[Asher]
A cry tore from my throat as my fingers curled into tight fists.
The throne was cold beneath my touch.
The crown prince's flute still played the melody.
Xanthea's