"D-don't m-make foolish decisions," Ophelia stammered out whilst stepping deeper into the forests. Her lips trembled with fear and she froze. Someone was right behind her. When she turned her head, her heart skipped.
Bloody red eyes. Their fangs were sharper than a dagger. She saw the greed and desperation drip from their gaze. Neil's words suddenly rang in her ears. Her blood smelled sweeter than others.
"We want your blood," Nathan seethed.
Ophelia shakily glanced at the large vial in his hand. Nathan was Neil's older brother. She expected vengeance from him, but not like this. There was no escape, but were they really that stupid to capture her right in this forest? Where were the other people? She glanced up at the sky, realizing she had woken up too early. Everyone else, except servants, must've been asleep.
"It's what we deserve for what you've done," Nathan spat out.
