"Y-you… drink blood?" Nina asked. It was thirty minutes later and she was still standing by the window, covering herself with the curtain.
I wanted to ask the same question to Paloma. although it was obvious that she drank blood… my blood. But I was still too stunned to ask her.
"Well, I don't know…" Paloma looked at me. She touched my bandaged hand and kissed it. "But that time I smelled your blood, It's like I breathed in my favorite food."
"So, what's your favorite food?" Nina asked. She was still frozen on her spot. "Wait, do you eat, in the first place?"
Paloma shook her head. "I don't eat. I was stuck inside a painting, remember? How would I eat?"
"Are you a vampire? Do you have fangs?" Nina stepped closer this time.
Paloma looked at me blankly. "What's a vampire?"
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