âLuck,â Wynter said briefly before bracing her arms against the handrail behind Dalton as she pressedher lips to his.
Their heights matched perfectly, and his fine looks complemented hers as well.
The only difference lay in their carriage. Where Dalton was imperious and aloof, Wynter had themakings of a temptress. In summary, they made a handsome pair.
Mauriceâs eyes widened at the sight of this. This was the first time he had seen heavenly luck beingborrowed this way. He cried out to Kaspar in alarm, âMaster!â
âWhat are you yelling for? Watch Daltonâs back,â Kaspar said tersely. He was busy mustering strengthfor breaking the formation. âDonât let the evil aura get near him.â@@novelbin@@