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Chapter 414 Courtship by Fire

Aвтор: Judith GW
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Scarlett

I don’t summon him. I don’t have to. Loki knows the second I think about him.

I find the rooftop empty when I step into the moonlight, but the shadows are wrong. Thicker, slower, like they’re waiting to be shaped. I lean against the railing and fold my arms.

“I know you’re there.” The shadows shift and he steps out of them.

Tall, refined, with that maddening half-smile and an aura that makes the air hum. His black coat flutters behind him, tailored and regal, and his midnight hair gleams in the starlight.

“You called,” he says, voice silk-wrapped sin. “And I came. A girl could get used to this kind of obedience.”

“I didn’t call you,” I say evenly. “I just stopped running.” His smile sharpens. “Even better.”

He steps closer. Not enough to touch, but enough for me to feel the electric appeal of him. His presence is heat and shadow and the scent of something ancient and wrong and tempting. Like summer fruit left to ripen just past safe.

“I received a message,” I say. “Mm. I thou
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