Savio’s POV.
Teetering over the brink of surprise and totally unsurprised I met Isadora’s amused gaze with a scowl on mine.
“Why am I not surprised?” I started.
She grins at me and leans forward in her chair this time. I didn’t fail to notice how suddenly the small wolf that led us here was missing and the fact that there was suddenly an awful scent coming from a door on the wall next to her.
Vampires.
My eyes narrow.
“You’re sharp Savio, I really could never put anything past you,” she eyes me up and down hungrily, it’s like seeing my obvious irritation amused her because her smile only widens. “As for you Kane, I’d have thought you’d be trying to punch your way through this by now, Fiona has really changed you.”
Kane snaps. “Don’t you dare say her name!”
Her brows go high. “Well,
