"We are cursed." Alexei's face was serious, his eyes sharp. "Or at least our dates are definitely cursed."
If not, then why was it that every time they tried to spend some romantic time together, something went wrong?
Last time, it was that damned Morvhex, and this time it was the survivor of the Red Shore.
Maggie had urgently called Elijah, begging him to meet them as soon as possible.
When they left the theatre, it was already nearing twelve. After dinner, another hour had already passed.
When the call came, they were already back at their home.
Alexei had been planning to drag Elijah into the bathroom for a little make-out session when the call came.
And now he could only sit there watching the freshly bathed exorcist, solely focused on the files and pictures Maggie had just sent.
Elijah's long lashes were lowered. A water droplet slid down from his wet hair and slipped inside the open collar.
