He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him. — Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
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He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

— Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
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