Night
Sacha had apparated them from the tavern (he had known, of course, that Alise was a witch), depositing them in the entrance hall of the small townhouse he kept on the outskirts of St. Petersburg.
"I'd offer you the tour," he murmured, stopping to kiss her soundly before trailing fevered kisses down the nape of her neck, "but... I think... the tour... can wait." Sacha brought his lips back to hers, angling her head to kiss her more deeply.
"Don't you?" the man whispered huskily.
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