Chapter 3

“My name is Mikhail.”

Andrew knew he must have gone off the deep end when it took the man’s voice to tear his gaze from that body.

“A-Andrew Spalding,” he stuttered. Shouldn’t he, like, call the cops, or…something…Oh, God, Mikhail smelled good. Unfortunately, the rest of Andrew thought so, too. He felt himself blush when his cock began to take interest.

“You’re in danger, Andrew.” The words were breathed near Andrew’s lips, stealing his breath.

“From who?” Andrew murmured, in a trance.

The spell snapped as the front door flew off its hinges and splintered wood hurtled through the air at blinding speed.

“From them.”

Andrew didn’t have a chance to so much as blink before Mikhail jerked him close. White light flashed around them and it took all Andrew had not to scream as an unholy roar cut through the blinding brilliance.

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