❝ i think somewhere, in a parallel world, we made love in a garden of wilted flowers. our trembling hands reaching out toward the sky, trying to grasp the last watery rays of a dying sun ━ two hearts colliding and shattering into a million tiny stars ❞ ⸻ michael faudet, we made love ...
"What do you mean I should be dead?" "You are cursed lass and there's nothing you can do about it." She was a mystery that people would rather leave unsolved, except for Governor Swann and his daughter Elizabeth. Felicity would do or be anything they needed to repay their kindness, including standing aside and watchin...