Kyle was quick to grab her by the waist before she could hit the ground but that only made things worse. Why was she feeling this way towards these guys? She barely knew them and yet they were causing her to feel things she should only feel for someone she's interested in.
“I'm alright. Thanks” Cruella said as she peeled his arms off her waist.
“You don't look alright. Here, drink up.” Kyle said, stretching his hand to her again.
“I'll be fine I'll just get a blood bag...”
“You're gonna choose a blood bag over an elite's blood?” Kyle asked and Cruella's mouth parted for some seconds before she composed herself.
“You're an elite?” She asked but instead of replying, Kyle bit his wrist, allowing the blood to drip and in a millisecond, Cruella's fangs were already dug deep into his wrist.
