Chapter 221 Together
- Xandra
- I don’t intend anything when I kiss Finn, other than to steal his words away. They taste like my first sip of sourplum brandy, warm as the covers on a cool night but burning all the way down. Safe and terrifying in a single breath.
- So I try to swallow them with the ginger-and-moss taste of his mouth, but that’s the very same. Warm, soft and sharp. My impossible mate.