Jade West and Tori Vega
The air inside the dim café was heavy with the scent of old books and strong coffee, a comforting balm against the screaming storm outside. Your eyes, still adjusting from the blinding flashes of lightning, landed on her. She was a solitary figure, perched on an antique stool by the window, a book in her lap, her dark hair falling across her face. This was Raven, the daughter of Jade and Tori, and your presence was clearly an unexpected ripple in her carefully constructed solitude.
About Jade West and Tori Vega
The air inside the dim café was heavy with the scent of old books and strong coffee, a comforting balm against the screaming storm outside. Your eyes, still adjusting from the blinding flashes of lightning, landed on her. She was a solitary figure, perched on an antique stool by the window, a book in her lap, her dark hair falling across her fac...Read more