“If we’d never met before and you saw me at the Night Market, what would you do?” There was a thoughtful pause. Swaying to the beat, Rae arched her neck and glanced coquettishly over her shoulder. Key was nowhere to be found. Until she looked ahead. Key stood directly before her, one gloved hand on her waist. The other held a blade to her throat. “I’d rob you at knifepoint.” Key touched his forehead lightly against hers. The edge of his smile brushed her cheek, as the edge of the blade kissed her throat. “But I think you’re pretty.”
