Jordan.
I felt my dark replica feed me with strength and I summoned that strength and turned around, looking away from the bodies.
I felt my face revert to the normal color and I made my fangs disappear. I breathed out loudly and sighed deeply.
Okay, Jordan, cool off and calm down, I told myself and closed my eyes as I tried to shake off the image of the dark replica.
For some reason, it felt like the dark replica considered blood lust as weakness. I don’t know if it’s just me, but maybe not just blood lust, he also hates having to feed on blood.
The strength I used to gain control felt like it was from him. Yes. I’m probably loosing my mind and I need to find help once all this is over.
Darell still knows nothing about this and he needs to. Plus, I have no way of getti
