Her mouth was dry and blood throbbed in her ears. It was Rogue. Her Rogue. How real he was—exactly like her portrait of him, only more vivid, more vigorous. I wanted to meet him dressed in red, she thought, not with these ridiculous bows in my hair. “What an unusual gown,” he said. “It changes co...
said Mabis. “Twins. They were alike in every way except that one, Aayse, could not speak.” She sat in bed, staring intently at the space where Ryder was standing, but she didn’t seem to see him. “I brought you some tea.” Mabis smiled and made a wide gesture with her arms, as if she had an audienc...