I told the truth to Azalea already, regarding who killed Aras' master. I really hoped that the woman would help. She was surprised at first and you could imagine how mad she was at me later. I was ready to accept all the consequences, whatever it was, as long as we had the convenience of getting a new body for Summer.
"It feels like your father has to ask every hospital or any place in the world, whether there are corpses that are still useful every night." I leaned my head back on the chair, feeling that even though this burden had reduced a lot, it still felt so heavy.
"We have to always help my father to find organs in the human world," Winnter said. "You know that keeping Summer not to go out is really hard. She's getting out of hands," She explained.
I knew what Winnter meant, the thicker Summer's body was, the savage her character would be. I was grateful Azalea was still willing to help us by sending her best men.
