Lyle's POV
The chestnut hair I adore splays out over the bed. I look at the woman I brought home two weeks ago. She's even more beautiful now with my bite marks etched into her skin. They are proof that she belongs to me and me alone. No other fanged beast will taste her exquisite blood. I only wish that I could claim her body as mine. It seems my manhood rejects Amber. Every time I've tried, he has refused to come alive. There's nothing more embarrassing for a man. I can only guess it's because Kimi is dead. My c**k is pining for a ghost. That all ends tonight.
I twirl the vial of love potion in my hands before downing it. A little witch swore that this would cure my broken heart enough for Amber to occupy it. For her sake, I hope she's right. I would be all too happy to show her
