Damon sighed and looked back up at her, squeezing her butt cheeks roughly before replying, "I'm not sure. It's only been over the last three years that the attacks have become progressively worse. Xander- Chiara's mate, was one of many that day to die."
Sounds like an interesting story. Unfortunately the writing quality really makes it impossible to enjoy the story. Just when you start immerging into the story you hit some sort of missing or wrong sentence structure😞.
It does not need to be the stereotypical vampire 🦇
But then who was she kidding. Deep down even Madeline knew it was too late for him to have a change of mind or heart. Though Madeline didn't want to do anything with him, she was interested in those wings that had caught hold of her attention. The large black wings that were made of feathers which she had never heard about.
She clutched her gown so tightly that it crumpled in her fists. Her palms grew clammier and she thought she would faint because of the panic that cruised in her body like a poisonous snake.