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She was the whole package, and I was beginning to feel the urge to touch every part of her. It would be bad if she became a true obsession of mine, but maybe she already was.

She was destined to be my stalking obsession.

Breaking the kiss, we caught our breath while our eyes bored into one another.

“You’re hot as Willow,” I quietly admitted. “And a bit lethal as William.”

“And Willa and Will?” she offered, and I smirked at her teasing tone.

“I’m actually afraid of them.”

“Liar!” She laughed and slapped my chest before she left my arms to walk towards the bed. “Willa is the one who marked Saint,” she noted before she looked to the man in question. “Saint?”

“Did he fall asleep?” I pondered and followed her lead to the bed. She stopped at the edge of the bed and leaned over to check on the Dark Lord.

“Aww, he’s out,” she whined. “I better get some water from the fridge and leave it on the nightstand. He’s probably gonna have a hangover.”

“I thought you said Saint parties a lot,” I voiced as I looked back at Willow, who was going the opposite direction from the kitchen. “And the fridge is that way.”

“I need to pee,” she said before sticking out her tongue tauntingly at me. “I drank far too many martinis earlier, but it was so fucking worth it. Glad I’m not wasted.”

“I thought you’re a lightweight,” I voiced as she walked into the washroom but kept the door open.

“I am,” she replied. “With shifter alcohol.”

Deciding to get the bottles for Saint so she wouldn’t have to tire herself further, I walked to the fridge while letting her do her business. Grabbing three bottles, I yawned as the door closed and proceeded to walk back to the nightstand.

“Fuck, I’m tired,” I admitted and rubbed my eyes.

The flush of the toilet was followed with the running tap, the sound rather soothing as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to Saint, who was literally sleeping like a log.

Dimitris?

I couldn’t help but reach out to him.

“Hmm?”He sounded barely awake, as if he’d been staying up all this while.

Have you been awake this entire time?

“Why would I sleep when three of my pack members are out on a semi-mission to piss the Vatican off?”he lazily countered.

You’re an intriguing Alpha.

I decided to get to the point.

Is Saint a lightweight drinker?

“No,”Dimitris's response was immediate.“He’s a party animal. Alcohol is like a drug he can have and never overdose on. If he gets drunk, that’s because he allows it, but Saint wouldn’t get drunk when on a mission. It’s not his thing.”

That made me frown as I noticed Willow walk out of the washroom. She was running her hands through her hair, while the dip of her dress showed her marked flesh. That didn’t seem right because the rest of her various markings down to the new incantations she’d recently received from Neo and awakened by Viktor were discreetly hidden.

I noticed the markings running down her back were glowing strongly, which didn’t make sense.

Neither did my double vision.

“Why?”Dimitris asked.

It was starting to click in and maybe that was what ignited nervous energy through me: the thought of our drinks being spiked. But when the fuck did it happen? The bartender wouldn’t be able to spike the drinks because they swear a magic oath every shift which makes it impossible for them to use anything other than the ingredients needed to create whatever cocktail was requested.

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