Evelyn
"Wake up, you piece of trash," I sneered, ripping the blindfold off Vincent’s eyes.
He was tied to a chair in the mansion’s basement, unconscious from the well-placed punch I had landed on his jaw. A swollen, dark bruise was already forming there, which left me extremely satisfied.
It pleased me immensely to know I was responsible for all of it.
With Viktoria’s formidable help, of course.
At my request, the blonde vampire had stayed alone at the bar counter that night, a drink in hand, setting herself up as the perfect potential victim.
And just as I planned, Vincent fell straight into my trap the moment he saw her.
The detective walked into the bar like a predator searching for easy prey. His eyes scanned the place until they landed on her. A charming smile appeared on his
