ดาบ 소설 & 이야기

Both the codes said the same name. Revaan.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Diego: “You could have been badly hurt, Diego. How could you go to them when you know that they are not allies? They could have killed…” “The Alpha and Beta are Lea’s great uncle and grandfather.” I said, stopping mom. Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room.

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.