ZANE'S POV
I let out a loud laugh as I placed my palm on my forehead. I looked up. So the driver I had been keeping in my house for five years was the mole all along. He worked alongside me, trusting him because he was one of my own, and this was how he decided to pay me back.
The smell of blood heightened, and the heat of their bodies became applying. Their pulse is loud in my ear, and my claws out of my nails.
I rolled my head back as I bit my lips, trying to concentrate on what was before me. Before, I got blinded by lust. I sat on the chair, and I looked at the driver. Sweat drops dripped down his face, his legs trembled, and his voice broke as he spoke. The fear made me white as a ghost.
"I trusted as much as I trusted Darius, and this is how you pay me? What did I ever give y
