Page 111 of Star Crossed Delta


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‘Sante, Saba,’ he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

He leaned back into his chair with a sigh. Soon after, however, a smile played on his lips.

‘It’s not all doom and gloom,’ he rasped. ‘We’re making somefokkin’ progress on the Nightshade matter. There’s something I require your help with.’

She raised both brows, surprised. ‘What exactly?’

‘I need a beautiful woman on my arm for an event.’

She fixed her eyes on him with a flirtatious smirk. ‘What are you paying for the privilege?’

Mak’s mouth quirked at her response, a glint in his eyes. ‘A front-row seat view to how I work and all the diamonds you can ask for, dripping all over you.’

‘Sound enticing. Count me in.’

‘Hell yeah,’ he rasped.

‘I can’t wait.’

Their eyes connected for a beat longer.

The conversation drifted to more lighthearted topics, laughter mingling with the soft clinking of silverware.

Saba was imbued with a sense of contentment.

Maybe this unexpected union, this coerced connection, had a chance after all.

MAK

Mak sat back, eyes on his wife as she indulged in dessert.

He sipped on a neatbrandy de Jerez, an aged oak barrel digestiv, savoring the rich and complex flavor profile of vanilla, dried fruits, and spices.

In his other hand was a synth cheroot which he smoked, eyes heat-seeking and locked on her.

She was oblivious to him as she moaned over her apple pie and ice cream bowl.

Freakin’ adorable.

Mak was beginning to live for her smile and the husky sounds under her breath, exclamations, joyous gasps, and tiny laughs. They were downright uplifting.

He also found himself rushing back through the Sombra to the lodge each evening after work, eager to be close to her.

Loving how it made him so languid andfokkin’ relaxed.

Although he sometimes fell victim to his inner darkness and doubts, his trust in her grew.

He cherished her mind and her unwavering drive to learn and grow.

She obsessed over something until she mastered it.

Of late, she had been working on a slew of long-forgotten dishes from ancient recipe scrolls she had found in their library.

The result was meals of otherworldly, untamed flavors that were, at times, stunningly delicious.

He admired her body, her curves, her soft skin, and her wavy tresses, which he always wanted to run his hands through.

Saba likewise had the best ass of the flotilla, rounded and with perfect proportions.