10
Kirael
“You’re a hard man to find.”
Kirael glanced left down the dimly-lit length of Vaughn’s Bar to find Vesper approaching. Her long dark hair tumbled down her shoulders, her leather-clad hips swayed. She wore a tattered white tank top, tied up to show off a smooth expanse of flat stomach.
Damn. For being remarkably mouthy, Vesper sure was nice to look at.
More than that, actually.
Hot, was the word he’d heard Ezra use the other day. Kirael was finally catching up on all the human jargon, so he could finally pull out the perfectly trashy human word for Vesper’s long dark hair, skin tight jeans, and leather jacket.
Hot as Hell itself. If he ignored the challenging smirk on her lips and the fact that she’d tried to kill him, of course.
“Being hard to find is intentional,” he rep
