Darren's POV
"You know I was in London quite recently, right?"
"Of course. I knew about the Decker's daughter's thing. We pride ourselves in our massive information network."
I nodded. The witches made sure to keep tabs on everything that was happening. Years had gone by but they still feared an attack from either the werewolves or vampires. Extremely distrustful and preferring to stay secluded in their coven forever.
"But I don't know everything that happened. Do you mind filling me in?"
She seductively whispered, her body inching close to me as her lips journeyed to my neck. There was no way I was going to let her milk me for free, no matter how enticing she was.
Suddenly, the air became heavier and the chair seemed too small to fit my large frame. Her breath felt thick enough to touch, her scent easily filling my nose. I could almost taste it, the sexual tension that held the air in a chokehold.
