Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here. — Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here. — Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here. — Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here. — Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here. — Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
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Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

— Catherine Coulter, Lord Harry
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