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A no-good, low-down trick I thought as we traveled down the streets of the vast port city.
I couldn't rub the blush out of my cheeks, nor could I ignore the warmth on the back of my hand.
He could've at least given me a warning before he did that I muttered inside my head.
You know you liked it.
I frowned. Shut it.
Like he could shut your mouth with a sweet, sensual kiss? That evil voice cooed.
"Will you quit it?" I growled.
"Quit what?" Asher asked me.
My face now looked like a burning Christmas tree as I tried to avoid his curious gaze. "I-it's nothing. So what about these catacombs we're going to?"
He didn't try to hide his impish smile, but he looked ahead at the winding street on which we found ourselves. "I'm afraid the catacombs are so old that rumors have mixed with
