Jade pov
“Excuse me, I was told to bring this to the prisoners,” I said to the tall angry-looking vampire. Honestly, he was kind of hot, for a bloodsucker. He had nothing on Julien though, but I was probably biased because Julien was my mate and he looked like a sculptured god to me. His skin was the color of sweet honey, his amber eyes sweeping over me as he crossed his hands over his chest, his tall lean stance pouring out annoyance. I could tell he was trying to figure out who I was, there was only so much I could do about my appearance. I could only hope that Amari didn’t see me, since she was the only one who’d really recognize me. I did have a turtle neck shirt on to hide my mark, even though it felt hot and stuffy.
The man sighed, raising an eyebrow at me as he brushed his messy
