#Chapter39

- The Witch Queen

*Blair’s Point of View*

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Before I could fall on the floor, I regained my consciousness by biting my lower lip with my upper fangs. It surely hurts, but the arrow got its poison, and I need to fight it by drinking my blood.

I finally got up on my feet, and I saw the woman with a concerned look on her face with teary eyes.

Why is she crying? I did not die.

"Claudette," she muttered.

How the heck did she know my second name?

"Who are you?" I curiously asked her. But instead of answering me, she touched my face, and tears finally...