Chapter Eighty Eight - Investigation

Valkyrie Behati

Alex turned to me slowly, his gaze penetrating the silence between us. His voice, a low and steady murmur, carried an edge of warning, “Kyrie, you really shouldn’t be asking me about that.”

His words hung in the air, and he paused for a moment, letting their weight sink in before continuing with a playful smirk. “I will abuse you,” he added, almost teasingly, “but not in a mean way.”

The subtle arch of his eyebrows, the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the slight curl at the corner of his lips—all of it combined to convey the true meaning behind his words.

He wasn’t talking about harm, no, but rather something far more intimate, something that sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. I almost blushed as the implication of his words settled over me like a warm blanket.

So, this was what he called "abuse." The kind that left us both breathless and spent, tangled in sheets, our bodies entwined in a rhythm only we could understand.

It was his way of teasing, of overstepping