MY ALPHA BIKER MATE
She takes a step further, and I suddenly notice that her feet stop on one of the tiles.
“What's wrong?” I ask, and she brings her fingers to her lips, signaling for me to go quiet. She taps that particular tile again, and even I can hear the hollowness beneath it.
Nova looks up at me like she has seen this before. She gently leans down, removing a pin from her hair. A few strands escape, but she looks more focused on opening that particular tile.
I walk over, squatting down with her as she successfully pushes the tile away. I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand.
Bab Populer