Chapter 6

I want to blame myself for what is happening to me. My heart, mind, and body are damn contradictory with each other.

My mind keeps telling me that I don't want and will never want someone like this man; they sucked blood for survival. They sucked blood for their lives. This is very inhumane; I can't live my life like this. How can they feed themselves? Victimizing innocent people? How can I live like this? I can't drink blood just to survive. Shit. This is damn wrong, Claret; you are asking for it wrong.

Zen's eyes were just staring at me, starting to turn red again. The candles surrounding the entire room went out one after the other. And even more attention was paid to the eyes staring intently at my neck.

"Zen," I wanted to adjust myself to call his name. What the hell, Claret?

In a quick turn of events, I found myself sitting at a high table covered with beautiful flowers in expensive vases. but it looks like I've usurped their position; I almost closed m