Bella’s pov
After 6 PM.
I nestled in Haydn's embrace for a short nap. When I woke up, the sky had completely darkened.
"What time is it?" I sensed a strange smell. "Haydn, what are you drinking?"
Haydn held a cup of red liquid. Was it wine? His expression was one of enjoyment as if he found the 'drink' delicious.
"Do you want a sip?"
"No." Was it really wine? The scent didn't seem right. "This wine doesn't smell quite right."
I moved away from his embrace, keeping a distance from Haydn.
"It's not wine. It's blood." There was still some red liquid left on Haydn's lips, which looked a little weird.
I felt nauseous. Stepping back, I increased the distance between us.
"Are you crazy?" I shouted. He ate raw meat last night, and tonight he's drinking blood. What's wrong with his head?
