“Good morning, Foxy.”
Saeris found herself staring at Samkiel's smirking face. There had been a knock and she expected Vaelen, perhaps he’d come to finally offer his part of the deal. Or to apologize. Unlikely, but she’d prepared for that, too.
“I don’t escort just anyone, you know.”
She frowned. “Then why are you here?”
He smirked, lazy and lethal. “Your brooding mate insisted. You know, the tall, bad-tempered one with a crown. Lord of shadows and sour moods. That one. Something about you breaking his face.” His voice turned sensual. “If I knew you hit like that…” He let his scent slip, only to sigh afterwards, leaning away. There had been no reaction thanks to not having a wolf now, but something about him unnerved her.
He’d practically held himself back from whatever that was.
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