Oh, God … you’re so beautiful,” I said in a weak voice, my head enchanted. He smiled at me and turned to the thin, elderly lady next to him whose skin seamed with wrinkles.“She must still have a fever,” Victor said, fighting a smile, which just made him even more breathtaking.
A.B. Whelan, Fields of Elysium
romance, science-fiction-romance, young-adult-fantasy, young-adult-fiction