"If the healing is not toxic, then why is Caleb Mercer suddenly bleeding from his nose?" one of the girls asked, tilting her head in genuine confusion as she pointed at the crimson trail on his face.
Stella Lane's beautiful face flushed a deep, violent shade of crimson. She stammered nervously, completely unable to form a coherent sentence under the scrutinizing gazes of her peers. She desperately wanted to scream and ask if these girls truly had no idea how dangerously alluring they were.
She had spent the entire previous night exhausting herself, using her special methods to gently appease his inner desires and calm him down so he would behave properly. Now, just by eagerly crowding around him in their highly revealing states, this group of naive girls had completely reignited his prim
