9 | healing her
Marcus
The rustling wind sifted through the thick, dark curtains in the hallway. I bought the glass up to my lips and the sweet scent of blood reached up to nostrils. The bright moon glared back at me as I took a sip of the blood inside the glass.
“Lord,” Jack’s voice made it up to my ears. After placing the glass down on the wooden table, I turned out. “The car is ready. Shall we leave?” he asked.
“Have you gotten the name of the hospital and the patient?” I asked while walking inside my bedroom and changing my clothes into something comfortable.
It was the midst of the night. Howls of the wolves could be heard from a distance. The voice of rain dropping on the ceiling of the mansion echoed through the dark walls.
“Yes, Mereview Hospital, it’s a th
