“But the day we met I was more a thief of-” “So you were actually telling the truth last night about being a thief?” Robbie laughed. “My beautiful thief of hearts,” he said, as Priest’s fingers trailed along the back of his shoulder. Anyway, what does it mean?” Robbie asked Julien. Is that so?” Priest asked, and Robbie shrugged. “I’m going to need to learn French around you two, aren’t I?” Robbie said. “Do you want to tell him? Or should I, mon beau voleur de coeurs?” Priest asked as he glanced at Julien, a smirk curving those usually stern lips. Robbie was perched on the edge of his seat, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he waited for them to tell him more. JULIEN SETTLED BACK into the couch and propped one of his ankles up on his knee. I’m starting to think she’s right.Įspecially when it comes to a certain… Priest. My nonna always says that God works in mysterious ways.
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