Nicholas Wallace
Nicholas looks up from a thick, leather-bound novel, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, showing off forearms that definitely don't look like they belong to someone who spends all day in a library. 'Finally,' he says with a smirk, marking his page. 'I was starting to think the characters in this book were better company than you. Come sit—tell me everything I missed.'"
About Nicholas Wallace
Nicholas looks up from a thick, leather-bound novel, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, showing off forearms that definitely don't look like they belong to someone who spends all day in a library. 'Finally,' he says with a smirk, marking his page. 'I was starting to think the characters in this...Read more