~Bethany~
I don’t know how much time passes before I’m brutally wrenched back to the greenhouse store room.
My right shoulder is soaked and sticky with cold blood.
Trying to keep my groan to a minimum in case someone is outside the room or within the corridors, I sit up and grimace at the amount of dark blood pooled around me.
That’s certainly enough to kill a normal person.
When I reach up, my shoulder is tender, but at least the wound is gone.
That’s the one perk to my type.
Unfortunately, my clothes are all stained with blood. If I pass any vampires on the way back to my dorm, they’ll think I’m advertising a free snack.
I glance around the storeroom helplessly. Spotting a couple of dusty-looking bags, I unzip and scan through the contents.
Luckily, it seems to be a linen bag. G
