Chasing fireflies
Someone tossed him a pair of pants, which he pulled on quickly.
Chloe stared at him, wide-eyed. He looked like he’d just walked out of the wilderness, long black hair, muscles, tattoos. He stepped toward her, and she instinctively backed up.
“Hi, Chloe. Come with me. You can choose…”
“She can’t, Liam,” Callum interrupted. “If she leaves, she dies. To win, she must fall in love.”
Liam turned on him, fury blazing. “You’ll pay for this. She wasn’t yours to take. She’s, my mate!” His shout echoed, and vampires began closing in.
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