The vampire moved in a blur, his eyes still locked on Myra, his icy stare capable of freezing any sane person in horror.
But she stared back, defying the fear that seeped into her lower stomach, even as her whole body urged her to look away.
“What is a hybrid tdoing with you? and why can I smell the scent of a fresh bite on her skin? Did you do this?” He asks Draven, his gaze fixed on Myra, who remains unshaken.
The male seemed amused, his eyes settling into a calmer yet still calculating gaze. Myra feels the male beside her vibrate as a wicked snarl echoes from his throat.
The surging noise drove her, a vampire, a step back and almost made her insides burn. Damn his good looks, she cursed internally.
“She is with me, Rem,” Draven warned, “I won’t say it again.” The name nods, bowing
