His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
“You’ll tell me what’s in the journal first. Then you’ll get what you want.”
She paused. Then grinned. “I like your spirit.”
Melinda took the book, flipped it open, and began reading aloud in a low, ancient chant. Her voice sent chills down my spine.
Then she stopped. Her eyes gleamed.
“Oh... I just knew it. You're Ravena's daughter,” she said, stepping toward me and tugging at a strand of my hair.
“In English,” I said coldly, brushing her hand away.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. It says...