The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2)
I questioned.
The smirk was a subtle, enigmatic curve of her lips, a hint of amusement that danced across her face. “I will see you in one hour. Do not be late.” The silky tone of her voice was a low, sultry sound that seemed to vibrate through the air, a sensual hum that was both captivating and intimate. And the wink, oh, the wink was a sly, conspiratorial gesture that seemed to be meant for my eyes alone. It was a fleeting, flirtatious moment, a whispered promise of secrets and shared understandings that only we were privy to.
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