Sam POV
I stood protectively in front of Amelia as the crowd parted ways, allowing me a clear view of Eris. Her eyes locked onto mine and I could see them dance with malice. Her smile was wicked as she slowly walked toward us. The wolves and vampires all shuffled back, too afraid to stand near her.
“Come on now, Sammy, don't be such a spoilt sport. I want to get to know Amelia better. She is helping me defeat Selene, after all. And I still need her, remember?”
“Fück you!” I spat.
The bítch glared at me. The room seemed to grow colder with her puckered brow and the crowd that was standing around fell silent as her wicked aura filled the room. She stalked past Nathaniel who had panic etched on his youthful face.
“I have missed that spitfire charm of yours,” Eris smirked.
She looked as
