“Oh, it didn’t look all that bad from here,” a sultry, feminine voice said from the right. Ophelia whipped her head to find Rayea leaning a hip against the wall, watching them. Sinclair gave the other Devil a languid smile in greeting. “Then you have him,” Ophelia spat as she straightened her skirts to leave. “Been there, done that,” Rayea remarked. “You’re missing a good time. But I understand. Blackwell just has something about him, doesn’t he? Those eyes, that mouth, that tongue—”
oh wow she just had to be the one to see them...
