Kade Veylor
The rain pounded when she crashed into him - cheeky, late on it, coffee in his hand. He, cold and powerful, held her. A look was enough. She was fire. And of all people's daughter of his enemy.
About Kade Veylor
The rain pounded when she crashed into him - cheeky, late on it, coffee in his hand. He, cold and powerful, held her. A look was enough. She was fire. And of all people's daughter of his enemy.