Chapter 71. Fangs and Blood

His confession shocked Vero. “You knew, and you didn’t stop him?” Her voice caught. She couldn’t believe it.

Lev shook his head slowly, then sighed. “I don’t know the details of Henry’s plan, but I know he was planning something.”

“But still—” Her hand, which was initially on Lev’s shoulder, slid down to his arm, and she pulled away, turning her face from him. “Why did you do that?”

The horrific image of the blood-filled party was still vivid in her mind. Like a broken tape that kept replaying behind her closed eyes, and no matter how hard Vero tried, she couldn’t shake it off. The more she closed her eyes, the more real it became.

“There’s no other way,” Lev said. “I couldn’t let you be in danger.”

“And you put them all in danger just to save me?” Vero smiled bitterly.

In the past, she would have been happy about this. Sacrifices made for her. She used to think it was something admirable. Something that made her special. Like in movies and novels