Allison tried not to scream as she walked to her clothes wardrobe, fingers digging in the robe. She had to cover those damn marks on her neck, incredibly so close to her pulse. What was Alec thinking? Clearly nothing and with his c**k more than anything else.
The thought cause heat to flood her cheeks, recalling back to the way she rutted against him. Like a desperate woman. It must be all those drinks, taking the common sense away and letting her mingle with an enemy.
Is he really an enemy? She questioned herself, strangely shocked by all the times they have met. Alec, for one, never treated her like a hunter or someone to be afraid of. Not even when she stabbed him with a knife. If not enemies, what were they?
Allison cursed her breath. She should not be having these kind of thoughts
