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"Yeah," she replied, grabbing some clothes from her bag. "So, what's the plan? Do we just start asking around about witches, or…?"

She smiled playfully as she began to tug at her towel, as if presenting him with the most expensive gift ever. Michael smirked, and just he was about to say, "Nope. I'm perfectly in my right mind, so your excuse won't work on me. And let's not forget, Spirit form or not you, I can touch you—even I can touch your sword," she teased, running a finger over it provocatively.

Michael grabbed her wrist in one swift motion, pulling her closer as she leaned into him. She smirked, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "So, are you gonna unwrap this present or not?"

Michael chuckled darkly, his grip on her wrist firm but not harsh. He held her gaze, his expression a mix of amusement and something more intense. "okay," he murmured, his voice low as he let her wrist go, watching her closely.

Camille grinned as she stepped back to finish dressing, her movements slow and deliberate, her teasing unmistakable. She dropped her towel, letting it pool at her feet before walking toward Michael. Her gaze was locked on his, and without hesitation, she cupped his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Her bare body pressed against him, her hands tangling in his hair as she leaned into him. Michael hesitated for only a moment before his resolve broke. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her effortlessly, deepening the kiss as he carried her toward the bed.

"Yes… show me your wild side, Michael," she whispered breathlessly, her voice laced with playful challenge.

Michael smirked, his lips brushing hers as he murmured, "Careful what you wish for."

He kissed her again, his touch exploring her as he leaned over her on the bed. His hands roamed her body, each caress drawing a soft gasp from her. The chemistry between them was electric, as they roamed each other.

The air in the room grew warmer as Michael's movements became more deliberate, his hands tracing the contours of Camille's body. She let out a soft laugh, her fingers teasingly brushing along his shoulders.

"You're surprisingly gentle for someone who likes to act all tough," she teased, her voice low.

Michael smirked, leaning down until his lips were just a breath away from hers. "I can be a lot of things, Camille. Gentle isn't usually one of them."

Her laugh turned into a gasp as he kissed her again, this time with an intensity that sent her heart racing. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, her lips moving fervently against his. The world outside their little haven faded away, leaving only the two of them, their emotions raw and unguarded.

After what felt like hours, Camille pulled back slightly, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She gazed up at Michael, her eyes searching his. "So, does this mean you're finally letting yourself live a little?"

Michael chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Let's just say you're very persuasive."

Camille smiled, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I like this side of you."

"And I like every side of you," Michael said, his tone softening.

They stayed like that for a while, their words giving way to comfortable silence, their connection deepening with every shared glance and touch. For the first time in what felt like forever, both of them found a moment of peace amid the chaos that had defined their lives.

But the peace was fleeting. A loud knock at the door shattered the tranquility. Michael's expression hardened, his instincts on high alert.

Camille groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Really? Now?"

Michael stood, quickly grabbing his shirt and throwing it on. "Stay here," he instructed, his voice firm.

"Michael…" Camille began, but he shook his head.

"I mean it. Let me handle this."

She watched as he strode toward the door, his posture tense, every muscle coiled and ready for action. Whoever was on the other side had no idea what they were walking into.

Michael stepped through the door and found a man standing there. His eyes narrowed as recognition dawned—it was the same guy who had jumped in front of their car earlier.

"Again?" Michael muttered, exasperation clear in his voice.

Without hesitation, Michael sighed and sent the man flying backward with a wave of his hand. Only Camille could see Michael in his current form, so the man looked around, confused and startled. His expression quickly darkened as his eyes glowed red, veins crawling along his face. He snarled, fully shifting into vampire mode.

The man let out an ear-piercing hiss, darting forward with inhuman speed, but Michael didn't flinch. He summoned a gust of wind using spiritokinesis, halting the vampire's advance and throwing him off balance.

"Persistent, aren't you?" Michael remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

He extended his hand, and Window broke, forming a wooden spike, lying nearby, rose into the air, drawn by Michael's power. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the spike hurtling toward the vampire. The vampire managed to dodge just enough to avoid a direct hit, but the spike grazed his side, leaving a shallow but painful wound.

"Come out, warlock," the vampire sneered as he paced around. "You can hide, but not your stench. Soon, my whole clan will come, and you'll pay for killing Diego," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Michael remained unfazed, his eyes narrowing as he remembered seeing the vampire in the bar with Marcel back in the day.

Now, Michael knelt low, his expression calm yet determined. He raised his hand, summoning his magic. The vampire was abruptly bound in place, his limbs immobilized as Michael's spell anchored him to the ground.

The vampire struggled, growling in frustration, but the magical binds tightened, pulling him into a kneeling position. His body writhed as Michael manipulated the spell further, forcing his bones to shift painfully, bending to Michael's will.

Michael then flicked his hand, as the vampire neck broke, knocking him out not killing him as he is vampire, his cracked neck will heal once again and he will be back on his feet, Michal didn't kill him as he wants answers to some of his questions and then he can die for all Michael care.

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