Chapter 19

Sasha smirked, swirling her blood-red wine. “Let me guess. Wesley, the eternal disaster, or Raphael, the one that got away?”

Riana groaned. “Both. I’m being haunted by my own bad decisions.”

“Both?” Carlita gasped theatrically.

The bass in The Mystic club was a living thing. It thrummed through the ...

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