When we finally make our first stop after leaving in a hurry from the slums of Mexico, five hours have already passed and I am more than desperate for blood.
I am the first in line to get my bag of blood and I slurp it down in a mere second, craving for more. We are told we can have some rest for about 30 minutes before we have to leave again.
After announcing that, Madame Solena and Dr. Alistair have us tell them everything that happened before. Of course, we omit part of the truth because no one really wants them to know about the dagger hilt.
As soon as I end another bag of blood I managed to confiscate when no one was looking, Soren suddenly grabs a hold of my arm and starts dragging me away.
“Hey!” I shout at him, but he just ignores me, not even looking at me, while continuing
