Kin’s cold, blue eyes locked on the male.
❝I lost my dog. Well, not really lost. He ran
into an alley, but I’m afraid of going there by
myself. Will you go with me? I can pay you.❞
Of course, she was lying. Her true intentions
were to drink his blood. She didn’t have a dog.
He turns on his heel to look behind him, as if he was searching for the dog before turning back to her and nodding. "You don't have to pay me, it's the nice thing to do. Where did he run? And uh, what does he look like?" Clark looked searchingly into the gloom, the chill of winter setting into his bones and lighting up a fire within.





