"Then it's a good thing," Kaelen said, his voice dropping to a gravelly silk, "that I'm not looking for a game." He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. "I'm looking for a partner in crime."
"You want the stone?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with agonizing slowness. "Everything has a price in this city. And I think I've just found something much more valuable to trade for than gold." Dirty Fantasy
Kaelen didn't flinch. Instead, he let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through the air. "You're late, little bird. I've been waiting for a reason to get my hands dirty." "Then it's a good thing," Kaelen said, his
The rain lashed against the cracked stained glass of the Gilded Anchor , a tavern that smelled of stale ale and ancient secrets. Elara, a thief with fingers as light as moonbeams, pressed herself into the shadows of the rafters. Below, the target sat alone: Lord Kaelen, a man whose reputation for cruelty was rivaled only by the weight of the onyx soul-gem hanging from his neck. And I think I've just found something much
In a blur of motion, he caught her wrist, twisted, and pinned her against the heavy oak table. The breath left her lungs as he leaned in close, his eyes alight with a predatory intensity.