Chapter 90
Even though Selene's last words came out almost as a whisper, every single woman heard her.
And they understood.
All eight pairs of eyes widened in horror as the meaning finally sank in.
Blood.
He was drinking blood.
The angel sitting before them no longer looked angelic. The charm, the elegance, the devastating beauty. It all twisted.
Now he looked evil.
Satanic.
One of the women began trembling uncontrollably. She had already watched Ricu slit her friend's throat earlier. She had swallowed that terror. Forced it down.
But this?
This was insanity.
Her gaze drifted to the rows of red filled bottles lining the bar. Hundreds of them. Glass after glass after glass.
How many women had been drained to fill that?
How many screams had been swallowed by these walls?
Her heart felt like it was about to stop.
Slowly, she turned back to the man.
He was still reading.
Calm.
Unbothered.
His hand lifted the glass again.
He drank deeply.
Not a sip.
A gulp.
