Real CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Hyko strolled up to Alix, pointing one of his guns at her chest. “Drop it.” She could barely make sense of the command; her entire being was focused on the knife at Paul’s throat.“Drop it, Alix,” Paul said softly. Hyko raised his eyebrows. “Somebody’s been working on ...
Pepper craving—that was Laney’s excuse for her four a.m. stroll. The front desk girls believed her. Sujet didn’t, but he’d keep quiet. Tamroung Road was busy even at four in the morning. Mostly that was because of all the hotels in the neighborhood, but then, Bangkok tende...