Jung Hwa took a hold of her sole. His fingertips rubbed on the wound of her feet and her eyes squint in pain. Seoyeon cried, her tears filling her eyes in reflex of the sudden pain she felt. Jung Hwa watched her wounds. He didn't want to focus on the smell of blood filling the room now but he did.
How was her feet wounded? Unless it happened in her dream but then the wounds were exactly similar to what she felt in her dream. The thought was intangible. How could the wound she received in her dream appear to her reality? Seoyeon felt chill running on her back and goosebumps arriving on her skin.
It was hard to resist Seoyeon's blood that smelled sweet. Jung Hwa felt his fangs aching, the fragrance had him to feel his mouth watering from the thirst. Last night he had to drink twenty blood packs to curb his hunger but now served with smell of blood in the morning was maddening.
