Adele faces us in the cramped foyer, framed by an archway of wrought iron leaves. She's never looked more Autumn: eyes alight with private amusement, smile sharp as the edge of a ledger. “And you, Siren-trusting the Reaper to spare your life. Would your father call that bravery or idiocy?"
Oh, this is going to be so much fun... How much longer until the ice queen Reaper melts for the flirtatious Spring Siren? #BookSky #WriteSky #Sapphic #FeyNonsense
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