Chapter Eleven
Romeo knew he was in deep crap when Lilith pulled out the third bottle of wine. Six hours into her tirade about life as a wicked mix of vampire and werewolf and she had yet to pause for more than a moment. He couldn’t use the vials and this crazy b***h showed almost no signs of being even slightly inebriated.
“So,” Lilith smiled as she filled their glasses again. “There I was, just eighteen and I knew that this place was special. I knew I wanted to settle here, but I had no idea what was in store for me, even when Fenris came along. I stepped into a bar one night and there he was, smoking hot and arrogant enough to get my attention. He smelled amazing and I could hear the blood pumping through his veins. It was my first major test, going into public with this voracious nee
