Chapter 162. Eyesight

Vladimir watched the batshit crazy witch with an amused smile as she ate her eighth sandwich. The amount of food she consumed sometimes was astonishing even for an immortal. Her appetite can even put a Lycan to shame.

Vladimir sat there on his office chair with a silly smile plastered on his face. He was liking living with this adorably wicked witch. There was never a dull moment when he was with her. She bought a spark in his life, a thrill.

Every night he now looked forward to waking up. He looked forward to spending more time with the witch even though sometimes he wanted nothing more than smothering her with a pillow while she slept beside him.

The witch was like a little box full of surprises. And above all, she wasn’t a pushover. Every time Vladimir would say something inappropriate, instead of getting offended the witch would shake her head in disbelief before coming up with something even more inappropriate that would even make Vladimir blush.

Vladimi