บท 122: A peculiar group

Like many times before, Esme was captivated by Gabriel's presence, and his touch almost seemed to put her in a drug-induced state. The vampire pulled away from her, and she saw a slight smirk tugging on his lips now, as though he knew exactly what he did to her. Clearing her throat, she forced her eyes away from his striking blue hues and glanced at her friend 'dead' on the ground. 

"Marcus, you don't need to play dead in front of my friends," Esme called out to him, then whipped her head back to Gabriel after hearing a rustling noise.