Enchanted Dezantre
It’s the perfect snare, and once he’s caught, we will reel him in.
My pulse quickened. Around us, the crowd laughed and flirted and whispered in their dangerous language of touches and stolen glances, but none of them mattered in that moment. The plan was daring, reckless, brilliant. Exactly like her. I tightened my grip on her hand, anchoring myself as much as her. My eyes flicked back to Markov, to the living ghost of Brandon at his back, and to the throne that loomed above us all.
We would move closer. We would draw his eye. And then, the real game would begin.
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