*Gwen's POV*
Amon's black mohawk was spiked high on the top of his head and didn't move an inch as he thrust himself forward. The side of his head was shaved with what looked like cult symbols.
"Hmm. You look delicious," he said, tracing his finger across my lips, down my chin, across my throat, and down to the bottom of my neck. All the while, his teeth tantalized my throat.
"Please, I won't say anything to anyone about you being here," I pleaded, hoping my promise would cause him to leave.
"Do you think I'm afraid of anyone in this house? Do you know anything about me or vampires, girl?!"
Amon pulled the back of my hair, forcing my head back. His eyes bore into mine and transitioned into a dark red, illuminating his distinct, sharp jaw.
"Enlighten me," I stated.
I wasn't ask
