The bed chamber fell into nothing but silence. Only the crisp sound of wood burning into ash from the fireplace resonated in the air.
I only told Sam what I recalled. My time meeting with Lara, about Lakresha, and about giving her blessing. Some of our conversation faded. Maybe because I was in shock.
Still, I could remember someone portraying as Sam. Although I couldn't remember most parts, what I remembered was Sam's impostor, drinking my blood until I collapsed.
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After telling Sam about Lara, I raised my gaze to him. Sam had calmed down. I did as well.
But I couldn't deny this fury continuously building up inside me. It was as if I missed something important. Something like the actual cause of this anger within me.
As I studied him, my eyes softened as my anger subsided. I've never seen him stay so silent this long.
