UNHOLY BLOOD

My hazel eyes followed his every move as he stood on the stage, gazing into the crowd as he gave his acceptance speech.

Everyone in the audience watched him. They watched in awe as he grasped the attention of every man and woman in the room. Each syllable that fell from his luscious lips was drenched in passion that drew eyes from every direction.

He held an air of authority around him, something that some people searched their whole lives for, but that’s just who he was. A powerful man. More powerful than I thought, more powerful than what anyone thought.

He held the award in his large hands, his fingers grasping the edge of the glass award. Fingers that had been inside me only twenty minutes ago.

He had everyone fooled. No one caught the vicious glint in his eyes as he spoke. No one saw the black tattoos that marred his skin under his perfectly-tailored suit, each one telling a story of a dark past.

No one was aware of how dangerous Amory Reid really was. But I knew. I knew the truth. That behind every smirk, behind every laugh, there lurked a sinister darkness that licked fear up my spine.

Amory Reid was undoubtedly the most lethal man on the planet.