Daphne's POV
Scott’s movements were restless, his energy filling every corner of the room as though standing still was impossible for him.
“Ping pong! Ping pong! Do you have anything here I can drink? A coffee would do.” His voice carried easily, light with mischief, though Mia and Tasha quickly shifted aside whenever he passed, unwilling to be too close.
He glanced at them over his shoulder, smirk tugging at his lips. “Tell your little wolf friend not to be scared. Don’t worry, I don’t bite. At least not unnecessarily.” The way he said it, every word dipped in charm, made it hard to tell if he was joking or promising something far less innocent.
I folded my arms, watching him. “I thought vampires had nothing to do with what we eat. You should only be interested in blood.”
Scott tur
