Chapter 68

Michael sped back to the compound and just gave Paris an angry look.

“I take it we are not going anymore?” Wynn asked, gladly.

Shysie looked at Paris before taking him by the hand, “come I have something to show you.”

“When are you going to get it into your head? I am not interested in you? You had me for 900 years now. Leave me the f*ck alone!” Paris shouted before speeding off to his room.

“Someone is in a bad mood,” Shysie said, feeling slightly embarrassed that he treated her like that in front of the nest. Shysie looked around at all the vampires, most of them Prehistoric, all the men looking at her, as if they are saying, ‘pick me, I will be your man.’ Shysie just rolled her eyes, and they landed on Michael.

“In your dreams sweetheart,” Michael told her off as he does not like her very much for what she has done to Ann. ‘She might be pretty, but her soul is pure dirt,’ he thought before swinging his legs over one of the many couches in the extra-large living room, facing the