"Who let you stay here? Get out," Vincent said coldly, his voice like ice. His expression was fierce, a dangerous edge in his eyes as he hissed the words.
Nerissa, completely ignoring his command, tilted her head with a smirk. "Who is this new type of male?" she muttered, completely brushing off Vincent's anger. She patted the back of the anaconda she had been riding, signaling it to let her down. As she walked towards them, her hips swayed with a deliberate grace, her eyes zeroing in on Damon with unsettling interest.
Her lips curled into a slow smile as she bit down on her lower lip, studying him hungrily. The blue-haired male with his sharp silver eyes and strong, defined features caught her attention instantly. He was a Level Eight male, powerful, and his body… looked utterly tempting to her. She licked her lips as her gaze lingered on him, like a predator sizing up its prey.
