Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

She wore a small nameplate pinned near her collarbone that showed her name was Skye. Max cleared his throat. “Whiskey.” “Good choice.” She smirked, grabbing a clean glass and filling it with practiced ease. “You strike me as a whiskey guy.” “And that means what?” “Oh, you know,” she said, sliding the glass to him and resting both hands on the counter. “Broody, mysterious, probably carries emotional damage under that cloak.” Max blinked. “What?” Skye laughed. “Relax, I’m kidding.” She leaned her chin on one hand, looking him over with amused eyes. “Well, mostly.”