Evelyn’s P.O.V.

“A vampire?”

As my mind was under the haze of sleepiness, I thought that my hearing availabilities had tricked me. The seriousness of their faces was hinting towards the former declaration, so I questioned again.

“President Aaron, your friend, is a blood sucker?”

A look of a great annoyance swept across Aaron’s face. He looked at Zuriel, who stepped forward and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“The theory famous among the humans have no reality in them, Evelyn. Aaron is a born vampire. He eats, sleeps and earns like a normal human being.”

Their mysterious explanation was highly suspicious, let alone Zuriel’s pleading tone. They must be...