Owen scrambled to his feet, smoothing his hands over his shirt and pants, his hands diving into his pockets for only a second, before they came back out, devoid of rings. “There, see, I can’t hurt her again.”Noah watched closely, as Owen stepped closer to her and held out his hand.“I’m sorry, my dear, I need only a small drop of blood.”Serenity’s gaze shifted from Owen, to Noah, then to Thorne. The dark demon nodded, and she looked back at Owen. Sighing, she put out her hand and Owen smiled, guiding her toward the table.Noah was close behind her; an ever-present comfort and she looked back to him for a second. He was not happy. She could see it in his features. His gaze shifted to hers and he frowned. All he had to say, was he didn’t want her doing this, and she would scurry behind Thorne and they could leave.Serenity looked back to Owen as the witch pulled a hat pin out of a bowl on the table an
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