#Chapter116

- Bloody, Help!

*Pryce’s Point of View*

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“Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?”

I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly.

I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound.

“What in the world is happening? Why do you...