Chapter 61
- “I’m thirsty,” Rozelyn muttered as she saw a middle-aged woman walking by the street with her dog. It’s been days since she last drank from Romaine’s blood-full fridge. But, she was searching for fresh blood, one that she’ll harvest straight from her prey’s neck.
- There are still leftover foods from yesterday’s birthday beach party of Romaine. And as expected, she vanished into the thin air again—probably with her stepmother’s cinnamon roll who goes by the name Dorrien.
- ‘Is Romaine hiding something?’ She pondered.