Six Sentence Sunday: Frost

Last week I forgot about my six due to headache from hell *sigh*. I”m doing better this week.

It’s another snip from my Victorian m/m SF romance. 🙂

“What are you doing?”

Frost tapped his temple. “I’m Thyreos, your shield.” His expression changed and one of the man’s many masks slipped into place. The little hint of wickedness stopped Mason’s breath. “And it’s time to prepare you.”

As always, you can find more sixes here

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