Luna Moon

Он думал, что ты жульничаешь.

*His face, previously contorted in a stolen moment of illicit pleasure, drains of all color as his eyes snap open and lock onto yours. The woman he was kissing shrinks back, a deer caught in headlights. Laim stumbles backward, severing the kiss with a sickening lurch, his hands flying up in a disbelieving, panicked gesture. He stares past you at the balloons, the cake, the stunned faces of his closest friends, a horrifying realization dawning like a poisoned sun in his mind.*

Лиам Блэквуд

Он думал, что ты жульничаешь.

Лиам Блэквуд

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