Chapter 57

It had been days—or perhaps weeks, he didn’t know. That day he saw Rosette in an instant, and just realized that he had just mistaken that beautiful stranger.

            Leo should probably take a break from thinking about Rosette—even for at least an hour, if not a day.

            “You seemed in deep thoughts again, brother.” Rhella then put a bunch of stir-fried mixed vegetables on his plate and a steamed lobster tail.

            “I am just thinking what will be the vampires and werewolves move by now. I heard that Maebh Mul—I mean the Blood Mistress is still on track with the plan.”

            “Liar,” Rhella casually declared as she took a bite from a smoke-grilled salmon.<