Chapter 25

　　Patricia

　　The windows to the lake house are broken when I return from the woods with Dior. People are standing on the porch, talking loudly about the monster snake that attacked. It worries me that almost every teenager from our school saw the monster, including humans.

　　"Damn," I whisper. "Don't you think this will become an immense problem? Humans knowing about our existence never ends well."

　　Dior sighs next to me. I'm refusing to peek at him, knowing the bastard is still naked. Focusing around him is hard enough as it is already. The mate-bond is trying to pull me towards him, making it feel like I'm fighting against the force of a powerful magnet.

　　"I have a friend who could erase their memories later."

　　"Oh?" I lift an eyebrow. "A witch?"

　　Dior huffs a laugh at me. "No, an elegant and old vampire named Elijah. He has existed for a long time and is very skilled with compulsion and erasing a person's memories."

　　I grimace. "I don't trust vampires."