Saturday, February 25, 2017

  Aylan gave a hard, final rub against his chest, forcing Ezrick...



  Aylan gave a hard, final rub against his chest, forcing Ezrick back a step. Their eyes locked, turquoise on grey. Ezrick wanted to say something.
  I’m a Crown, too.
  I’m sorry for existing. 
  I can’t take it when you—
  “Aylan,” he started, his throat constricting. But Aylan had already turned away, fixing his glare on the pastries.

Excerpt from Chant and Crown. Copyright © 2014 by Jordan McMakin

ISBN:  978-0-9764184-2-9

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