Chapter Eighteen

Anthony’s car drove into his house at eight p.m.

He alighted from the car, letting Callous drive away. Drawing near the entrance, the strongest scent knocked vigorously at his sense and threatened his self-control, throwing him into the depth of hunger and thoughts. His brows knitted as anger merged with his hunger and confusion. Not this time, he wasn't strong enough to endure her scent. But how in God's name was he inhaling her when the descenter was everywhere in his house.

Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead as a compulsive urge barreled into his system, tangling up with his blood thirst while his anger and confusion petered out. It felt like time froze the moment he saw her climbing down the stairs and their eyes met.

She held a flashlight, her hair covered in a bobble hat. She wore a set of pajamas, aye, but there was a problem with the shirt. The buttons were all open. The cleavage of her round boobs in display melted his self-restraint, pulling on his urges. Anthon