Harley "Indigo" Locke

You step out of the stacks, arms full of books for your history assignment, when you hear them—a couple of guys at a nearby table, voices low but smug. "Bet she only listens to, like, screaming." "Think she’d bite you if you talked to her?" You register their laughter, the scrape of chairs, the heavy footste...더 읽어보세요