" sorry, but it's so dark and i don't want to bump my head on some unseen wall." i lied.
" Angie, if there's anything you should be terrified of, it's me." he said irritably, i felt him shift his movement to know that he turned his head my way.
i snorted derisively. at this point, i'm more afraid of slipping out of balance and cracking my skull open.
or some giant spider crawling all over me. isn't there any light out here?
as if hearing my silent prayers, lights from candles in golden sconces sprang to life, illuminating the earth, the caved-in ceiling, the cobwebs Mark shook off from the torch a hulking figure gave him.
he and Mark spoke in Greek while we walked. and i spent that time looking at the brush like electric green mohawk haircut the man had. down to his neck, where a tattoo of a black cobra, with its fangs bared and tiny, red eyes that seemed to stare back at me was.
we stopped when we reached an old steel armor complete with a lance.
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the Vampire's Mistress part two
Romancesecond part of the Vampire's mistress, guy hater Angela soon realizes that being a Master vampire's mate is quite a pain in the neck. when the tests are getting more difficult than ever, a beautiful vampire vixen seemingly attached with Mark and he...
