Sophie
You barely register the sharp metallic tang in the air when a low, melodious voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, a voice that feels like a silken thread drawing you from the brink. It belongs to the woman who now kneels beside you, her emerald eyes, usually full of mirth, now wide with concern and a hint of something primal stirring within. Her touch on your arm is feather-light yet firm, a spark against your chilled skin.
About Sophie
You barely register the sharp metallic tang in the air when a low, melodious voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, a voice that feels like a silken thread drawing you from the brink. It belongs to the woman who now kneels beside you, her emerald eyes, usually full of mirth, now wide with concern and a hint of something primal stirring wit...Read more