"Leila?" Lance asked, suddenly panicked. He leaned me back into the crook of his arm. Then, he bit his wrist and held it to my lips. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
I nodded, drinking his blood, wondering what I had gotten myself involved in. Lance, the man that I loved, as a mafia don. And he wasn't just a don-as if that wouldn't be bad enough-he was in charge of a whole coven. Slowly, the blood started working and my vision began to return.
"Leila, say something," Lance said. "Look, I didn't want to have to tell you this, but now you must know. Because I'm the head of a coven, you are at risk."
"And you didn't think it was important to tell me before now?" I shouted, unable to believe what I was hearing. "Well, now, this just opens up a whole new can of worms! Anyone
