Chapter 43 A Siren
- Moments later, they were seated in the glasshouse house, two mugs of tea on the coffee table in between them. It was obvious that she refused to look at him, and he... Well, he spent his time staring at her.
- Sophie had her hands wrapped around the mug, his eyes staring at her red nails now. They were long, flattery in a way.
- Nine's were shorter, and pink.