Chapter 15

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We all spun to the front door to find a man in a black cloak standing there. He was about 5’6” with dark brown hair peeking out of his hood, piercing brown eyes, and caramel skin that was perfectly tanned.

In his clutches was an older woman with silver curly hair, blue eyes, and she was silently struggling to get out of his grip. If looks could kill, the man would have died the moment this woman made eye contact.

We all took defensive positions, closely watching the man and his hostage.

“Who are you and what do you want?” I hissed, chugging my coffee and placing the cup on the table.

He arched an eyebrow, clearly not intimidated by my tiny self. He turned the woman and Jeremy must have recognized her as he began growling and his claws elongated from his fingers.

“Well, looks like someone recognizes this bitch,” the man chuckled, tightening his grip on the woman.

Her eyes widened and she struggled a bit more, but we could tell she was losing strengt