Romans & histoires Is Xaden A Venin

Voice so familiar drawl. My eyes pry open, slowly. The harsh light is gone; the curtains are drawn, leaving the room dim. And then standing before me is Xaden. He’s wearing nothing but low-hanging pants, his bare chest on display, muscles flexing with every subtle movement. For a split second, my mind betrays me... He almost looks like Damon. I grit my jaw so hard I can hear a sound. “What do you want, Xaden?” I spit, my voice edged with venom.

I asked and he grinned widely "Definitely not" he replied. He looked at Clara's hand and saw the bandage on it. "What happened to her?" He asked moving close to Clara "She was bitten" Austin replied hurriedly. Damn this boy I thought. "Can you help her?" He added. "Sure" Major Mark replied taking the bandaged arm in his hands. "Since when was she bitten?" He asked "Almost three days now" Austin replied and I saw a strange look and Mark's face. He nod his head three times and without warning, he he stabbed her neck with tranquilizer.

VERALIN Drelia smiled, nervous. “Of course! We’ve prepared the east wing for you. I had it decorated myself. Lavender sheets, your favorite—” “I don’t like lavender,” Xaden cut in. “I like interest rates.” Silence again as drelia's mouth opened, then closed. She sparked - mauve wolf glowing under her skin but Xaden didn’t even blink at her. Cade leaned forward, observing. Those eyes that once looked at me like home now studied Xaden like a chess piece. “Speak plainly, alpha”