"Run. Don't think of anyone or anything. Just run."
He watched as the corner of Iris' lips twitched into a subtle smirk. It seemed that this girl was not very good at listening and following rules. He wondered how Calixto was fixing the way his human slave behave. But then, he would just have to wonder since he could not read her mind.
She was a descendant of the Flora Sangria, she was even named accordingly. It was no wonder that he could not read her mind because they were taught at a young age a certain way to hide their thoughts from their kind. Something that was quite useful if your job was to feed a family of bloodsucking vampires that had the ability to read everything that was going on in your head if they were 'open enough'.
"Give me your number," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "If you need me, you can call me anytime."
