Faefever  - Karen Marie Moning

I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing.


He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. "Was that an invitation, Ms. Lane?"


"If it was?" I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing?


"I don't do hypotheticals. Little girl."