Chapter 31 Transgressions

SASHA POV Well, fuck. The moment our lips touch, Drake s body temperature spikes. All his hesitation and fear transforms to confidence and joy instantaneously. His arms wrap around my waist, and I have to admit, he s one of the better kissers I ve met in the field. There s no question what he thinks we are, what he thinks I am to him—and no question that I ll have to break his heart. Don t think about that now. He can t suspect that anything s amiss. The mission s not over yet. Nearby, a man clears his throat, startling Drake and I apart. None other than Anselm himself is lurking in the shadows under the overpass, flanked by two fae assistants. Has he been here the whole time? Doubtful. I would have smelled him, sensed him. The fae must have brought him here directly, through one of their tricks. "What do we have here, Sukoshku?" Anselm demands in gruff Russian. Thank Bast he opted not to speak English. Maybe I can play this off to Drake that he s one of Tal