"Leila?" Lance asked, suddenly panicked. He leaned me back into the crook of his arm. Then, he bit his wrist and held it to my lips. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

I nodded, drinking his blood, wondering what I had gotten myself involved in. Lance, the man that I loved, as a mafia don. And he wasn't just a don-as if that wouldn't be bad enough-he was in charge of a whole coven. Slowly, the blood started working and my vision began to return.

"Leila, ...