What followed was nothing but darkness... and dark magic or masybe dark desire... Amelia doesnt care anymore.
But she was aware of this, however, she also felt as though she was dreaming about the attractive man in the bar—the man who had bodyguards—and the werewolf.
This was a fantastic dream indeed, she thought to herself.
Maybe she wasn't unconscious; maybe this was one of her visions... Or maybe she was dead.
Another sigh, Amelia's entire body was sagging into the ground. "I know that, too. I'm too attracted to you not to give in, Amelia. You are such a jewel." The voice whispered.
"Who are you?"
"Sweet, I'm Stefan."
"I like your name, Stefan," she musttered and bit her lips.
The legendary warrior?
Wow! Call this luck!
The massive man loved such an open, honest admission. "Go
