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Nyx continued to stare at Callan even as he rested leisurely on the sofa in the room. The mere act enough to irritate her as they both engaged ina staring contest. His head fell back, his hair dancing wildly around him.

“What's your story, love?” he inquired.

“Mm?”

He gave her one of his cheeky smiles, “Your story. Indulge me on the little details.”

She shrugged, adjusting herself at the edge of the bed where she sat. She wondered what he was playing at this time.

“I don't have a story. But, even if I did have one, I'm not sharing with you.”

He chuckled. His deep timbre voice resounding through the room melodiously. Crimson bled into his irises with a mix of amusement dancing in them.

“Come on, now, little bird. Everyone has a story.” he sighed this time, “I know you're not comfortable being around me because I'm a vampire and quite frankly, my brother is a bad portrayal of my kind. Typical vampire tyrant, I tell you. I do understand your plight but I'm a little hurt you see us in th
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