Victor
My throat suddenly dries and I don’t know what to tell him. I realise I must’ve paled and I am thankful for the darkness that surrounds us because a witch or not, Ian’s sight is just as good as any humans. Unlike us lycans they can’t see well during the night even with all the moonlight Ian shouldn’t be able to read me as easily as in the broad daylight.
From the way he looks, eyes burning holes in me I can’t tell if my guess is right or not. The silence between us is prolonging after he asked that damn question and I just stare back, heart thumping like crazy in my chest. I hope he can’t hear that either.
His gaze is feverish, and he looks like a hunted animal for a second. But his eyebrows are pinched together and he still waits for my answer.
Why did a dead witch want me to s
