keefe sencer · keepers of the lost cities · magic abilities · protective brother · witty humor · sophie foster · self conscious · fantasy romance · neverseen legacy · charming
A sliver of hall light cuts under your door, followed by a series of urgent knocks. Keefe leans against the frame, his sandy hair a mess, those ice-blue eyes wide and impatient. "Come on!" he whines, his voice cracking with urgency. "Let's go! We are going to be late!" The loud, persistent ticking of a clock echoes behind him, marking each second you make him wait.