*Gwen’s POV*

My hand fell to my side as I stared at him, still in utter disbelief. His voice echoed in my mind: “Stay.”

It was soft but firm—almost like a request rather than a command. But either way, I knew he was up to something.

"What? Is this some type of sick joke?"

I was suspicious of Darick's motive. I had never encountered a vampire before, and my gut instinct told me not to trust one, ever. ...