“How in the actual fuck did you just do that?” I whispered, awestruck by the man in front of me. I never stood a chance against something as extraordinary as that. He had gone easy on me that first night in the speakeasy. Griffin couldn’t hold back the weak chuckle but refused to look at me. “Didn’t you know?” His voice carried the weight of a darkness that threatened to pull him permanently to its depths. “I’m a legend,” he added with a shrug and a humorless chuckle.
I love him
