"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taren's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he asked, his hand instinctively reaching for the pocket watch that hung from his waistcoat. taren steele
The woman approached him, her heels clicking on the pavement. "You're Taren Steele," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I've been expecting you." "Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper