Chapter 39: Are you right? Murphyana
Golden strands of hair at the edge of her bangs fluttered gently in the breeze. Under the clear moonlight, they reflected a nearly sacred, cold luster. Lortisa stood silently, blocking…
Golden strands of hair at the edge of her bangs fluttered gently in the breeze. Under the clear moonlight, they reflected a nearly sacred, cold luster. Lortisa stood silently, blocking…