Xavier gazed at his mate, pain tearing through him as she tried to hide her tears from him. He wasn’t sure what had happened before he had come to the coffee shop but whatever it was, vampires were involved.
To be specific, a vampire named Clark.
He had met the disgusting vampire a few times and the man always seemed to reek of death and a strong cologne. It didn’t help that he knew what kind of person Clark was. The place smelled of the vampire and the guilty look on the barista’s face just solidified his guess.
“Xavier… hey.” Clare mumbled in a weak tone as she gazed at him closely. “Did you get into a fight?”
Xavier looked down at his ripped shirt and huffed. He had completely forgotten about the fight with some guys who had jumped him. Speaking of which…
Had Clark sent to delay hi
