i didn't miss the sultry smile she gave Mark when she offered to read his palm.
Mark barely glanced at her, then shook his head no. i noted with relief. and satisfaction. i was afraid the little panther in my chest would burst free and give in to the inexplicable urge i had to claw at the woman's face. i didn't want her looking at Mark like that, like he was some tasty morsel of food she had to sample.
what was more suprising was that feeling persisting with every girl or women who did the same.
for there wasn't any stall or shop we passed, where all the women, young and old alike, did not stop to stare at him in open-mouthed wonder.
it was as if he was some glorious vision, and they had to crane their necks for a fifth, or tenth look just to confirm that he's real.
it was an odd feeling. something that i've never, ever felt before.
being angry for people who clearly couldn't help admiring Mark's looks. and yet, even knowing that i couldn't blame them, didn't ease that possesive instinct inside of me to grab Mark's arm.
so that they'd notice my presence,
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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...
