Silas prowled closer, allowing his true nature to slip out from behind his mask. He relished the pink hue that flooded her cheeks as she watched his gait. “And if I ask you a direct question, I expect a direct answer,” he added. “Understood?” Ivy nodded, her curls bouncing with the movement. “Yes.” “Good.” He held out his hand expectantly. “Time to make this official.” Her expression was both comical and alluring. “I… You want to… Right now?” Silas grinned, letting the tips of his fangs catch the light.
