“Lo shoots a withering glare his way. "Your our goddamn publicist, not the king of the caste, so stop acting like you have authority to banish my brother into another room.”
Krista Ritchie“Don't hang yourself with the slack you've been given.”
Krista Ritchie, Infini“I can hear our hearts breaking."A tear wets my fingertips, his tears, and his other hand encases my face, the way mine does him. His lips nearly skim mine. "I’ll shield your ears from the sound of heartbreak.”
Krista Ritchie, Fuel the Fire“Lo shoots a withering glare his way. "Your our goddamn publicist, not the king of the caste, so stop acting like you have authority to banish my brother into another room.”
Krista Ritchie, Fuel the Fire