~Xander's pov :
"So Jackson, we have complains relating to your business."
"And what is that? " Jackson the jackass asks me, smugly.
"What is your business...really about? "
I ask him in a serious voice. His blue eyes flicker to me then he starts playing with his index finger's ring, leaning against the chair, his brown hairs covering his forehead.
He looks just like your innocent, playful surf boy. But he is anything but that.
But he knows not to f**k with me. I am after all their King and I can kill them in just a blink of an eye.
"We sell human blood, of course, those humans give us blood with their own will because we give them money. They are your regular drug addicts or other people in debt that want money. They don't know what we are, though." He shrugs his shoulders before l
