He stared at his ivory hands again. “This isn’t my body.”
“Where am I?” His voice echoed strangely.
He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal.
He stared at his ivory hands again. “This isn’t my body.”
“Where am I?” His voice echoed strangely. chrome blaire ivory
He pulled on the coat. The ivory of his face reflected in a polished steel wall—handsome, cold, and eternal. He stared at his ivory hands again