"No, love. You were going to show me your back room." He smirked. Having pulled her away from her trailer and back to her shop, the girl would not have enough time to get back before the deadline. At full sprint, for a normal human, it would be difficult, to say the least.
Closing the door behind them, he moved the bolt into place and turned back toward the young redhead. He had to wonder if all the Kemp girls had the same taste or unique signatures like bottles of wine. Different ages, different qualities. The youngest had been so pure it hurt his tooth. If Kit did not corrupt that one fast enough, Byron would swoop in for that kill as he was already doing with the middle child.
Running his fingers along the trinkets, Byron closed the space between them. "Aren't you a little curious about how it feels?" He asked in a suggestive tone that did not hold the mesmerism his words by the Village had. Byron preferred to toy with his prey while they were more aware than the little trick allowed.