"The girl I rescued last night. Wanted to make sure Alora and Amelia did a good job with her," he chuckled and it took all my willpower not to slam him into the wall. Even if the girl wasn't my mate, I had little patience for Virgil's "hunts", as he called them. He liked to take advantage of the naivete of the humans he usually brought back to the mansion, knowing they were stuck here until the servants could escort them back. He would convince them to want to stay, do his little courtship dance until they promised him a feeding, and then take what he wanted and move on to the next toy. He didn't always bring his targets back to the mansion, but I loathed it when he did. It was almost as if he wanted us to watch, to prove that he was somehow better than us because he was willing to drink from a throat rather than a glass.
The Hybrid Mate: Dark Moon
Fantasy · Yasmina_Iro
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