I was never a holy person. BUT, this blasphemy had shaken me to the core. All throughout our journey towards the distinguished Crawford Clan castle, the people praised my name repeatedly.
At this rate, my name would reach the heavens. I could only wait for the heavenly judgment to befall me.
To make things worse, Sam had been smiling the entire time. I glanced at him and that stupidly charming grin of his never left his lips.
"We should've taken a detour." I mumbled helplessly.
It felt strange to have an entire city calling your name. No, this entire Cunningham was a strange place.
It was entirely different from Whistlebird. That town was expected. I mean, what happened there was not entirely expected, but how the community followed the difference between humans and vampires was.
Or not.
Either way, Cunningham was something I would never forget. I might as well offer my neck to the king for this blasphemy.
