PAISLEY'S POV

Killian, Daciana and I were seated around the dinning table having lunch quietly, I was so engrossed in the chicken wings I was biting off from. Daciana has been the one cooking and to be honest? She is way better than me at cooking so I had to leave the job for her.

The chicken wing tasted so good that I was more focused on it than the pasta.

There was a pint of blood on the table right next to Dacianas plate which she usually took after having an abnormal meal, as she calls it.

"Hmm, yeah. Daciana, I'm sure Killian must have told you about our...