Keri Lake

I’m not the pretty delicate thing who flirts and minds her manners. I’m a crude thief, a former street kid, one who does what she has to in order to survive.

You are a mystifying enigma, Mister Van Croix.”

His gaze swung back to me, devouring me in one sweep. “And you are a frustrating distraction, Miss Ravenshaw.”

Unfortunately for you, you are precisely my type.”