Chapter Nineteen
“You’re one hard chic to find…”
Yvann’s smirk slowly faded to form an almost faint smile before he pressed his lips against hers. He didn’t move, but the ferocious effect of their lips finally being locked together was enough to put Christel’s whole system in complete chaos. Her heart beat became more violent, but she had never felt this contented for a long time, like its missing piece had been found at last…so as his.
The serum his brother had given him froze his heart for three days. When he woke up and found out that Christel was already gone, he’d lost control of himself, making him cause a severe mess in Severuz as if a storm just hit their area—storm Yvann and his impenetrable desire for his human blood bag. There was something inside him that wouldn’t calm down
