Travis’ POV
After Tiffany had texted me she was leaving the club, I went home.
I hoped that the compelling I did at least helped her feel better. I didn’t like compelling someone that way, to mess with their memories, but she was so upset and grieving that I had mercy on her.
I thought about the guy she left with and had a weird feeling in my gut. I couldn’t place his scent. It wasn’t vampire, werewolf, or succubus, it was very similar to a human’s. Maybe I’m just overthinking it. He looked like he was probably in college or something. I couldn’t get a handle on his thoughts because all of them were just him thinking about what he wanted to do to her.
I chuckled dryly to myself; I’ll just call her later and make sure she made it home okay.
Sometimes I wish I could sleep to make the ti
