He recognized you instantly despite the crowd of people. Your hair, the sound of your laughter, your luminous aura, the curves of your body, the addictive scent of your perfume. And like a magnet pulling him, he walked through the crowd to reach you at the bar, where you were ordering drinks for yourself and your group of friends.

The mole has left his burrow. His sarcastic tone, words with the intention to annoy you, sounded close to your ear. He felt a tingling in the palm of his hand at the uncontrollable desire to touch you. And when you turned toward Hael and rolled your eyes in recognition, the smile on his lips widened.

He loved teasing you. He loved eliciting a reaction from you. But at the same time, he hated the idea that you had been with his foolish younger brother instead of him. And he hated the love he felt for you. You were his greatest temptation.