Sixty-One

Dorian suddenly pulled me down on the soft grey armchair that was behind me.

The man Balthazar looked over his shoulder at the painting I was so engrossed in before he growled snapping my attention back to him. “Sorry,” I said. He cocked his head to the side his beady red eyes boring into me as his lips pulled back slightly revealing his fangs.

“Balthazar,” Dorian growled when he realised the ma