Chapter 27
CynthiaI rummaged through the fridge, looking for something, anything to satisfy my hunger. Anything besides blood, of course. Roan sat at the table, watching me.
This whole situation with him was making my head spin. He could be so sweet but also such an a*s. At least I was starting to understand him better now.
"We could go hunting again," Roan offered. "We'll just compel whoever we catch to tell us if they really are guilty or not."
My stomach twisted up into knots. "I really don't want to kill anyone. Killing is so not cute."
Roan shrugged his wide tempting shoulders. "Life's a d**k. It gets hard for no reason, but you can still beat it."
I snorted at that. But yeah, his life wasn't exactly a walk in a park either, was it?
Everything he said about werewolves and vampi
