Touch the Dark Page 32
by Karen Chance
He raised my hand to his mouth. His lips were cold. “I begin to think I would prefer it.”
I looked around at the body of the fallen mage, the slimy walls and the despair-filled room. I tightened my grip. “I know I would,” I told him, and shifted.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KAREN CHANCE has lived in France, the United Kingdom and Hong Kong, but always comes back to America. She currently lives in Orlando, Florida, the home of make-believe, which may explain a lot. Visit her on the Web at www.karenchance.com.
