Chapter 12 Dion's Playfulness

• (Author’s POV)
• Dion was dragging Myra and Nora along, gripping both their hands in his as Elio was merely following them from behind.
• As for Dion, as a natural playboy, he didn’t loosen his grip on Myra’s hand even for a second, but he very cleverly masked his intentions by holding Nora’s hand as well. After all he was an experienced campaigner. He smirked as he held Myra’s hands in his, feeling extremely pleased. His skin was tingling and heating up from where Myra and his hand clasped. Myra’s hands were neither soft nor delicate, but her mere touch was igniting a fire within Dion. He wanted to have her, by hook or by crook. ‘Who could resist my charm? She will be in my bed soon. Maybe tonight, who knows?’