‘Not to kill, but to executed him,’ Adrian corrected calmly. One of his elbows was resting on my shoulder and while he spoke he began caressing my n****e distractedly. ‘I had every right to kill him.’
The woman sighed and exchanged glances with Hirad, the Middle Eastern young man. ‘It’s not even your territory,’ she made him notice.
Adrian arched his eyebrows. ‘I went to pay homage to Cadmon. I told him about my intentions. No one can accuse me of not conducting myself in the proper manner.’
‘You didn’t tell him that he was a wolf,’ Hirad intervened in an irritated tone.
Adrian tensed up a bit in the shoulder region ‘I had no idea he was a wolf, until I saw him.’
‘And you couldn’t just let it go, cut him some slack? No, you had to feast on him and then kill him a manner that has been
