Vampire clan leader Morris didn't expect a witch for guest early in the morning.
His goblet half full with blood rested between his fingers as he eyes the witch who didn't look impressive at all. She wore an old dress and was average. Not as enticing as he had heard of witches to be.
"I heard you were speaking of some serious business." He whispered. Debora heard him perfectly, she took a deep breath and stepped forward but a tip of a spear appeared at the base of her neck.
Morris smirked with his fangs on display, "You can speak from where you are, Miss."
Debora's fist clutched the recording in her palm, she had sneaked it out of felix' pocket on her way out of the car. Now she wondered if saving there cocky vampires was worth leaving her mate back in the cold.
Of course they wer
