Chapter 64 Veiled Loyalty
- “Isn’t that your agent, Rafayel?” I narrowed my eyes, the question edged with deliberate scepticism.
- “Speaking of which,” he replied, breezily sidestepping the jab, “it’s late. Best we head home.”
- I arched a brow, exhaling a slow, theatrical sigh. “Why the urgency? It’s not as though you’re due at work at dawn tomorrow, are you?”