Deception of lust
"Portland, the city of roses," the man in his 40s said with a smooth voice, his brown hair perfectly matched his black eyes.
He had a chiseled jawline and a strong presence that commanded attention. He was just as handsome as Vincent, if not more so.
Denise snorted, unimpressed by his greeting.
"Don't try to butter me up, James, I know you're only here because the government wants to keep tabs on me." she said, her tone icy as she continued to walk.
James rolled his eyes, a look of exasperation crossing his handsome features.
"You can't just go off on your own, Denise. You're one of the most powerful A-Rank Supernaturals in the US. Your actions have consequences."
Denise sneered at him, her disdain for the government clear on her face.
"Lapdogs," she muttered under her breath as she finally climbed into the Helicopter that James had prepared for her. She had no desire to waste her time arguing with a government lackey.