“I warned you, didn’t I?” Dylan asked as he stood by the open window, twirling a piece of his golden lock between his thumb and forefinger.
“Rubbing salt on the wound, Dylan? Didn’t think you were the kind.” I answered, sitting beside the bed as Neema slept peacefully. The boy hasn’t woken up yet but we’ve already gotten news that Trisha has been ‘taken captive’ by the Vampire King. Now all I needed was a call from her, letting me know that she was safe.