Chapter 63

• Salem's pov
• The front door echoed shut with a soft thud that rolled down the hall like a warning. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw her.
• Tall. Striking. Dressed in all black—if you could call that barely-there lingerie a proper outfit. Her robe was sheer, fluttering open just enough to show off thin black rope panties and a matching bra that barely restrained her curves. She looked like something pulled out of a devil’s wet dream, right down to the glossy red lips she wore like paint.