As time went on, Roland kept hovering around her, trying to make her come around. The more she let him in, the more he became bolder.
His teasing self returned too, although he was careful enough to not overstep boundaries.
He wasn’t rushing her. He would let her come around on her own will.
The investigation into Ashton’s whereabouts and the hybrids in general was progressing gradually, more clues coming in.
Leah, being Roland’s unofficial partner, investigated the clues with him. One day, Roland had uncovered some clues and invited Leah over to his private bar…
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The bar smelled like oak, citrus, and something dangerously charming.
Leah stepped into Roland’s private lounge five minutes early; not that she’d ever admit it was intentional.
Her black checkered mini dress clung i
