"So... What do you think about my Mom?" Zamira asks, tapping her foot on the floor of the bedroom. After leaving the wedding hall, we went straight to her room since it was the designated room for us after the marriage ritual.
Old man Duke had promised to build my own private chamber for me according to the details I gave him, fufu.
Hearing Zamira's question, I shrug my shoulders slightly, taking a sip of blood from the glass cup in my hand.
"Nothing special though. My memories of her are quite vague, but her face still remains the same. I have to admit; she is hot," I answer truthfully, taking a sip again.
"Are you crazy, Jake?! For fuck sake- she's your grandma! How will you use the fucking word 'hot' to describe her?" Zamira fires at me, veins appearing on her neck.
Sigh... Here we go again.
