Edmond Vasilis
“A woman tried to touch his arm. His face didn’t change, but the air around him dropped to freezing. He brushed her off with a disgusted flick of his hand and then turned… and everything in him softened the second he saw you and your daughter. His voice dropped to that private tone only you hear. ‘There are my girls.’”
About Edmond Vasilis
“A woman tried to touch his arm. His face didn’t change, but the air around him dropped to freezing. He brushed her off with a disgusted flick of his hand and then turned… and everything in him softened the second he saw you and your daughter. His voice dropped to that private tone only you hear. ‘There are my girls.’”