Chapter Seven

Saratan’s P.O.V

You all heard that right?

I think I need a break from this. I just woke from the dead, literally, and now, I was owing my life to this unfriendly vampire who had supposedly saved my life.

Was he a vampire though? Unlike the other men in the room, his skin didn’t look pale and he was the hottest man I had ever seen.

A hot jerk who looked at me like I had shit on my face and yet I felt an inexplicable pull to him that left my heart palpitating.

His hair, shirt, and everything else about him were meticulous, but it was hard to ignore the trace of every single muscle in his body straining through the shirt even as he stared at me with intense malice.

For one who saved my life, he sure hated the very sight of me.

I swallowed, turning to look at the other vampire guy who’d stopped me from leaving. I’ll take my chances with him than anyone in this room, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

He smiled at me, warmly, “Sure…” I looked at him pointedly and his grin became eve