Derrick stood before me, blocking the door. His face had turned red in anger as he stared at George's face.

My eyes lit up seeing a familiar face. I suddenly felt a wave of relief washing over my heart.

But then I noticed Derrick's exhaustion. He was breathing heavily as sweat drops formed on his forehead. But he didn't even raise his hands to wipe. He continued to fume in anger.

My eyes stung as tears threatened to spill out. Derrick was clearly suffering, but he still didn't forget to find me in the face of danger. Who said the vampire king of America was cruel? I could see a...