The Night Wolf novel Chapter 11

That made Felix pause and stare at him with disbelief painted on his face. "I was just trying to gain your attention." Said Felix, raising his arms in a surrender. "Do you though? Fancy Willow, that is."

"I don't know." Said Rowan, when he calmed down. It was the truth though, he wasn't sure what he felt for Willow.

"Well then," Said Felix. "What are you gonna do about Willow?"

"What do you mean?" They were now in front of Rowan's room, opening the door to it, Rowan sat on the bed before laying on it. It wasn't as big as the bed at back home but it will make do.

"She can see your eyes."

"And?"

"She might start believing that she is going mad."

That made Rowan sit up straight. "Why would she do that?"

"Humans have frail minds." Said Felix, as if that would explain everything. "But then again, what if she's not a human?"

"What is she then?" Asked Rowan sarcastically. "A witch?"

"Maybe. Witches are after all good with magic, for all we know she is one." Felix was dead serious.

"She's not." Said Rowan, and he was sure of it. Rowan had seen witches back home, they even had a Royal sorcerer. They all reeked of Magic. Willow didn't, she smelled sweet, so sweet that Rowan found it very hard to stop himself to taste her, just a drop, that is all he wanted, a drop of her blood.

When he had first met her, her blood had been the reason he was drawn to her. The sweet scent of her blood had been thick in the air. He had been dying to lick the blood off her chin, and it scared him. He wasn't supposed to loose control, not over himself nor on the situations he faced but she made him loose it all and he would too, gladly. But logic told him he should be against it, he was after all the Crown Prince of the Vampires.

"So that means that you are in love with a Robot."

Rowan threw the closest thing he could find at Felix, which was his phone. Ah shit!

Felix had told Rowan not to worry, that he would take care of Willow. That worried Rowan more than anything. Felix was the type of person who'd think of fist over anything else so Rowan doubted he could come up with anything in the first place.

Felix called it as 'Mission 156'. Rowan wasn't sure what he would do and he wasn't looking forward to it either.

Rowan walked downstairs after taking a long shower and he could smell her before he saw her. Willow was in the kitchen with her red hair tied up in a bun, standing before the stove. When she looked she looked up at him, she broke into a smile. A breathtaking smile. And it did take the breath out of Rowan.

Clearing his throat, to avoid stuttering, "Good morning." He wished.

"Morning!" She looked to be in a merry mood. It made Rowan smile.

"They are delicious." He said after swallowing the food in his mouth, and it was, very much, he was sure that he could eat more than twenty pancakes if she was the one who made it.

Her face heated up. "Thank you."

"You're really good at cooking, even though this is the first time I'm eating your food, I can see that." He went on, and so did her face keep on heating up. He couldn't help the smile which was spreading on his face.

"You never know." Willow stuttered out. "What if pancakes is the only food I can make?"

"It isn't, is it?"

"No." Said Willow. "I can cook other things as well."

Rowan tilted his head and smiled at Willow. "I'll look forward to eating them all."

"Finish that first." Willow said pointing her fork at his plate and he could see that she was trying to get his attention off of her, he could hear her heartbeat which had quickened up. It made him smile wider.

At least he wasn't the only one of them who was attracted to the other, that would have been painful.