Chapter 690 - The Financially Invested Girlfriend

Akari Miyamoto materialized in the hallway on my left, because Akari Miyamoto had an almost supernatural talent for knowing exactly when and where to stage an ambush. She had that predatory instinct—the kind that made her appear casual, effortless, like she just happened to be there by coincidence. Her tan skin practically glowed under the harsh fluorescent lights, a sun-kissed bronze that made her look like she'd just returned from a tropical vacation rather than crawling out of bed in the Onyx Hounds' dorm. Her long, jet-black hair fell in perfect, silky waves past her shoulders, and those emerald green eyes of hers did that slow, lazy sweep across my frame—the kind of look that was simultaneously appraising and inviting, assessing both threat and opportunity in the same breath.