Wicked Burn
“The fine silk drew in over the bodice and smoothed down her hips, ending right above the knee. The color suited her, and with calfskin boots, she felt feminine power course through her.
Not once in her entire life had she apologized for enjoying her femininity. As a witch, she was a badass, and she could dress however she liked.
“Thank you for the clothes,” she murmured to Flynn as they sat in a drawing room.
“You’re lovely,” he returned, lifting his glass of aged whiskey in the air.
“Thank you.” She held her glass, enjoying the scent of the potent brew. “Will Desmond be joining us?”
“Soon. He’s taking care of business right now.”
Perfect. Simone looked around the room. Antique chairs, probably handcrafted, had been placed in several individual groupings, a couple with game tables. Priceless oil paintings lined two of the walls, and an enormous bookcase took up the third, while the final wall was actually a doorway to the dining room. “This is a nice room.”
“There’s a much better libr...ary farther into the cliffs.MoreLess
Not once in her entire life had she apologized for enjoying her femininity. As a witch, she was a badass, and she could dress however she liked.
“Thank you for the clothes,” she murmured to Flynn as they sat in a drawing room.
“You’re lovely,” he returned, lifting his glass of aged whiskey in the air.
“Thank you.” She held her glass, enjoying the scent of the potent brew. “Will Desmond be joining us?”
“Soon. He’s taking care of business right now.”
Perfect. Simone looked around the room. Antique chairs, probably handcrafted, had been placed in several individual groupings, a couple with game tables. Priceless oil paintings lined two of the walls, and an enormous bookcase took up the third, while the final wall was actually a doorway to the dining room. “This is a nice room.”
“There’s a much better libr...ary farther into the cliffs.MoreLess
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