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Chapter 3-2
He honestly didn’t know what to expect the next evening. He fetched Dylan from the Thornton family home once the man had returned home from work. He thought that he would simply keep his distance from the witch, but the smell of Dylan’s blood was enticing. It was powerful, sweet-smelling, and so very tempting. He had to stop his fangs from lengthening multiple times. It was even worse when they were confined inside his car. His hunger burned even hotter, wanting a taste of the witch’s blood. He gritted his teeth and scowled at the damn traffic. “So, where are we going first?” Dylan’s voice startled him. He had been focusing so hard on not thinking about Dylan that he had, albeit unconsciously, rudely ignored the witch for close to ten minutes now. “The first crime scene.” “Okay. That’s
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