Assar

Assar hurriedly changed into the clothes Oksana had given him. Once again, just like in the carriage he had smelled her arousal wafting off of her in waves. This time it was when he had come out half-naked. What was he thinking?!

“Could she really be that attracted to me?” Assar thought incredulously.

How did he feel about that? A vampire being attracted to him? A tainted half-blood who had been killing her kind for decades? It flew in the face of logic. That ...