Chapter 93

• DANTE
• She’s a witch. The minute I leave her room and enter mine,
• I already want a drink. And a cold shower. Her mere presence put me under a spell so intoxicating it made me forget why she was here and what she’s done and why I was placing a tracker on her. The only thing that remained in my head was how quickly it would take me to remove the luggage off the bed, drag her to it, and fuck her on it. The moment I touched her hand, I didn’t want to let go. She felt smoother than I had imagined. Her skin was silky soft and warm. Reminding myself of why I was doing this made me leave. Otherwise, the worst could have happened.