The whisper didn’t reach her – she read the words on her lips. His hand was treacher
The whisper didn’t reach her – she read the words on her lips. His hand was treacherously trembling. She took a step back, raising her hands in a gesture of defenselessness; tears streamed down her cheeks. But there was no fear of dying. -- source link
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