Zariah the Merciless
So Lucas was dead. A pity. He’d been entertaining. But men in his position never lasted long, and neither did her mourning over him. It seemed someone knew had taken over the Devil’s advocates and still had some interest in…some sort of an arrangement with her. She just hoped they lived up to the hype that Lucas had left behind.
The sound of her heels clicking against the temple floor would announce her arrival long before her voice did. She came to a stop a few pews back, hands shoved into the pockets of her tightly fit pants. She was taking advantage of wearing a very low cut top as well. Perks of the warm weather. ”You’re Sunjata, I take it?” she asked, her voice smooth as velvet.
The sound of her heels clicking against the temple floor would announce her arrival long before her voice did. She came to a stop a few pews back, hands shoved into the pockets of her tightly fit pants. She was taking advantage of wearing a very low cut top as well. Perks of the warm weather. ”You’re Sunjata, I take it?” she asked, her voice smooth as velvet.
