*Darick's POV*
Fuck. What was I thinking kissing Gwen?
I couldn't allow myself to get attached to her. She was my hostage, and I still didn't know what I would do with her. I opened my closet and perused through the different outfits, contemplating what to change into.
But my mind quickly wandered back to Gwen.
Her lips were as soft as cotton and tasted sweeter than blood. It took everything in me to pull away—to leave her there…
No!
Caring for her would endanger both of our lives. I had to pull myself together. I grabbed my black outfit and walked to the mirror.
I wondered if maybe Gwen was here for a reason. Out of all the women in the world who could have broken into my home, it was her. A gorgeous journalist with pure blood, blood so pure it could reject a blood oath. In the
