Chapter 14
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Carmilla
The night had ended with less drama. Just the birds flapping wings around, perching from tree to tree. Some hummed tunes that I could not fathom.
I went to bed after having the almond nut I found in Evans' pocket, as he was the only person I could trust at the moment.
A c**k crowed, and then another.
In a sequence, my eyes slowly opened, squinting at first, trying to adjust to the new morning rays.
Touching the sheet by my sides lazily, I figured out it was empty as expected.
Evans did not pass the night in the same bed with me.
I sat up, hushing a yawn with the back of my hand. My hair sprawled down my back, looking webbed, indicating that I hadn't brushed the strands in quite a while. All thanks to my mother's genes and these sheen black hair of m
