Chapter 108 Going Off The Script
- SERAPHINA
- As Asher shoved Finn and Ronan out of the hall, my eyes flicked toward Ronan’s retreating figure, only to have my jaw seized roughly by the brothel owner’s hand.
- “Eyes only on me,” he said, voice low and slow, thick with lust. His stare raked over my face like I was nothing more than a trinket on a merchant’s table. “Yes, like that,” he purred, his breath brushing across my skin like oil.