Mysterious Figure [2]

Atlas could feel the lingering touches on his arms no matter how much he wanted to get rid of them. He had forgotten how cold vampire skin was; even Sebastian's skin was like ice.

It felt like ants were crawling beneath his skin, making him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to dig his nails into it to relieve the sensation.

But he resisted the urge because he had more important matters to attend to. His emotions were in such disarray that he had forgotten to be careful of his surroundings, which was completely unlike him since nobody had grabbed his attention during the four years.

It wasn't the first time someone had tried to assassinate him, and it won't be the last time someone wants him dead because of his position.

Some people think if they can defeat him, then they can take the leadership of his pack and rule over Las Vegas.

Atlas glanced at Sebastian who had an injury on his forehead that brought him a twisted pleasure in his heart.