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" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

the  sorceress  studied  him  carefully,  her  gaze  sweeping  over  the  pristine  cut  of  his  coat,  the  polished  cufflinks,  the  effortless  poise  of  someone  who  had  never  wanted  for  anything.  his  words  were  smooth,  his  demeanor  composed  —  but  there  was  something  just  a  little  too  measured  about  it.

she let out a slow breath, eyebrows lifted as she regarded him with quiet scrutiny ❝  would you believe me if I said I didn't believe in coincidences?  ❞

her  voice  was  steady,  laced  with  the  unmistakable  lilt  of  her  sicilian  accent  and  edged  with  quiet  sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ  —  and  yet  ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ  flickered  beneath  it.  men  like  him  didn’t  end  up  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time  —  unless  they  meant  to  be  there.