[Allister’s POV]
I keep my gaze fixed on Tabitha’s as both fear and longing flash in her eyes. I had to admit, she was being surprisingly difficult compared to the other toys we chased, but I could only assume it was because she had that bastard ice fae at her side. As long as she was getting relief from a supernatural being, she would be fine, but from this point on, she wouldn’t get away.
“Let go,” she growls, attempting to break free. “I don’t…”
“You do,” Vance counters, kneeling beside her and touching her cheek. “You want us just as badly as we want you.”
"I..." she begins, her eyes starting to glaze. “I…”
“Do,” Vance pushes for her.
“Maybe I can help.”
Startled, I turn and watch her friend as she makes her way towards us with a mischevious smile. s**t, when did the venom wear
