FUKAYNA
My eyes turned into mere slits when I heard from one of the mercenaries that Dragoș was attacked again by vampires, not only at the restaurant but also wherever he went.
What’s going on? I couldn’t help but ask myself.
I leaned back on my green swivel chair. My eyes swept my new office, which was decorated minimally with a painting of a Thracian horseman on the left wall. I happened to find it on an online shop. It readily caught my eye and reminded me of my mate, which gave me a smile.
“Why are you even wondering, Kayna? Remember that you marked him when you two mated. Of course, whoever is your enemy would want his head,” Neb Er Tcher pointed out.
My face turned sour at this. “My enemies? Who are they?”
I could see him roll his eyes. His paw is thrown on his forehead dramat
