~YULIA

“I could not help but overhear you talking to those poor men about Dark Magic,” Jordan said.

He looked every bit like the predator he was. Oily black hair smoothened to the back, eyes that were brown and devoid of warmth, and an arrogant gait.

“You were eavesdropping,” I pouted playfully.

“Guilty as charged,” He said with a playful shrug. He licked his lips and looked at me from head to toe. “What did you say your name was again, darling?” He asked and I knew that he ...