*Darick's POV*
Her words echoed in my mind. Honestly, I was surprised. She had balls, that I'd admit. But there was no way she'd ever get the chance to expose me and my men.
“You won't be saying a word to anyone," I whispered in Gwen's ear, hoping I had made an error the first time with the blood oath enactment.
"Try me," she whispered in return.
I stared at the bite mark on her neck. I could still taste her blood on my tongue. It was sweet and intoxicating. Had I not been trained to restrain myself, I definitely would have sucked her dry.
I took a few steps back. I had already tasted the richness of Gwen's blood, and the closer our bodies were, the more I felt myself drawn to sink my teeth into her again. Her blood was like perfume—I could smell it from a mile away.
"Your stupi
