Chapter 37 - Priestess

• “Hey, Davis,” the woman says, wrinkling a pert little nose at him. “Sorry you’re dead, but if it helps, you look really sexy in sparkly blue ghost-light.”
• “Faiza,” Anton says quietly, his voice low and humming as his face breaks into a beautiful smile. “You’re a venomous little surprise, as always. I missed you.”
• I gape as I turn to see Anton lounging quite…quite sexily, propped up on is elbows, his hair falling moodily into his face, looking at this woman like he’s ready to just devour her. My wolf yelps and then scrambles for purchase in my soul, desperate to make this end if not just kill this woman outright – rip her to shreds -