Hatice walked towards her. The sound of her shoe hitting the floor was so loud. She stopped in front of Vero and pushed up her sunglasses onto her head.

“You,” she said, pointing her index finger. Her nails were sharp and adorned with bright red nail polish. “I want to talk to you.”

Hatice is not a vampire. She doesn’t have the same elegance as Lev and Sant or the mysterious aura like Jia. She’s just a pure bitch.

Although Vero’s legs began to tremble from the memories of Hatice’s treatment of her in the past, which brought up traumatic experiences, Vero steadied herself and met Hatice’s gaze with anger....