Chapter 37. Fear of Her Past

Olive blinked her eyes repeatedly before she finally understood what he was talking about. He was actually referring to the time he choked her and she had said he had to earn her forgiveness. Goodness! Even she had forgotten that.

“Let's have something stronger,” he said to her as he pulled out a bottle of Devil Springs Vodka. Her eyes flung open as he quickly opened it and was about to pour it in his glass first. He was going to mix it with the cocktail.

But despite that, that liquor was dangerous. It always did her dirty. When she first had it, she felt like a puppet in its hands.

She literally flung herself on a senator of the country who she was supposed to accompany with the order of The Vrek Cult. She was just one of the bodyguards accompanying him to an underground casino in the country's capital.

This senator was not a 'saint'. So yes, he had dealings with the underworld. And he was a werewolf too. Gosh, that day, he ‘had’ her crazily right there in front of