~Trouble~
He stared after her until she turned a corner.
Bloody hell, minx had been blatantly accurate. She surprised him. Alas, she was also a clever woman, vixen had also been an accurate name. That damn kiss would be the death of him.
He couldn't deny that he was in trouble when he was still there, staring at the empty hall ten minutes later, that blasted kiss and the smell of rose petals from her skin still lingering in his thoughts. No one had ever occupied his mind as she had. Not even Milah. Certainly not from just one kiss, though he knew it hadn't been just a kiss.
She meant trouble for him, he could feel it.
He smirked at the thought. He had always loved trouble.
