Pawn of Fate
Orion Steele
transformed.
He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured.
As we dressed, his fingers lingered on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. My lips were swollen, my eyes bright with a wild sort of joy.
Suddenly, a voice crackled through what I now realized was an earpiece in the stranger's ear.
"Boss, the coast is clear. But we need to move. Now."
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