… A purple vibrator that matches his outfit. A dragon onesie costume. “Rowan Kane, what the fuck,” I say as I cackle with disbelief. “I’m not Rowan. I’m Sol,” he growls as he stalks closer. His ravenous gaze pins me and doesn’t let go. I take a step backward and then another, every laugh that escapes me only feeding the hunger in his eyes. “And I’m going to breed you, little human.” “You are so weird,”
