♥️ Book Snippet ♥️ She wasn’t mine. I knew it was impossible, that she couldn’t be, but goddess help me if she didn’t look like she was. When she strode across the quad this afternoon and I glimpsed those lilac eyes, I was transported back to days of dancing in the woods with flower crowns I hadn’t wanted to wear atop my head. I’d let her put them there for a chance to see her smile. That smile was worth any amount of teasing the other children had thrown at me. Those eyes spoke of...
