Chapter 86

Percival sat at the bar, sipping a beer that he bought twenty minutes ago, it wasn't his tipple, what he wanted to drink sat two metres away.

A group of women giggled away, chatting about their, hair, nails, and boyfriends. He grew bored very quickly.

It was the blonde who caught his interest. He knew her name was Darla because he heard one of her friends ask what she wanted to drink. She appeared to be sitting back, taking in everything around her, which was what he did.

Her blue eyes even landed on him a few times, her pupils enlarging liking what she saw.

Percival knew he was good looking. When he entered a room, heads would turn to find his dark chocolate brown eyes staring back. He would often flip his raven flowing hair off his shoulders, then lift his chiselled chin giving off an air of authority.

In the human world, he was just a man to them. However, in his world, he held a place at his sire's side who ruled the only coven in the city.