*Darick’s POV*

Fuck. What was I thinking kissing Gwen?

I couldn’t allow myself to get attached to her. She was my hostage, and I still didn't know what I would do with her. I opened my closet and perused through the different outfits, contemplating what to change into.

But my mind quickly wandered back to Gwen.

Her lips were as soft as cotton and tasted sweeter than blood. It took everything in me to pull away—to leave her ...