For the remaining part of the day, Aila was left with the others in the cells. She used the time to rest, and thankfully, Connor did not return at dinner time, neither did Chase. Another unknown hunter turned up, and as usual, they were given a small bowl full of rice, whereas Gabriel was provided with a small vial of blood.
"Ugh, pigs' blood. That is too fatty." Gabriel complained.
"Are you watching your waistline?" Finn smirked.
"It just tastes awful. Nothing like human blood," Aila could almost see Gabriel salivating at the thought.
"I can't believe this is my life now." She stated.
"At least you're not a mosquito like Gabe there," Finn replied.
"Gabriel. And keep up with the insults, and I'll leave you in the cell to rot."
"Right. Sorry. Habit," Finn sheepishly smiled in Gabriel's direction.
