Bitten And Twisted (Blood Moon Book 3)
Page 19
When he smiled at the woman, her lips parted, those gray eyes wide and bright. Yes. A good round of sex, a tasty meal, and then he would heal the bite marks and erase her memory. He moved closer, and she shifted in the chair in anticipation. He suddenly paused. What was that familiar smell? It overtook his senses, sent tingles down his spine.
He narrowed his gaze on the woman stood at the entrance, the contrast of her dark hair with light green eyes the only thing worthy of note about her appearance. She glanced around the venue as if she feared being torn apart by a pack of werewolves. She did not belong in this place, with beautiful and immaculately dressed women out on the prowl. Her clothes had been chosen to conceal that she was larger than the shape the particularly stupid mortals of modern times preferred—the pathetic thing’s attempts so obvious, they only drew more attention to what she wanted to hide. And she was sweating like a fucking pig, yet would not take off her jacket. He inhaled again, deep.
It was beautiful. The smell of human misery.
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