Chapter 107 Forensic Result
- Rafayel steered me back inside, his grip firm yet possessive as he guided me to the dimly lit kitchen on the second floor.
- The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and something darker—something that clung to him like sin.
- Without a word, he pressed me down onto the plush leather sofa, its expensive fabric cool against my skin despite the heat radiating between us.