Entry 1
Seventh Day of Snow
页面
#1
以下章节的一部分:
Winter's Kiss
#4
On the seventh day of snow, there came a dainty tapping on me door. I sat breathing, for I feared it were that pig-faced Lieutenant Hadar come to drag me back to the Hell I ran from.
But if it weren’t a lady with raven dark hair that fell down to ...