All this while, for years of his life, he had been feeding on people.
For a moment, the image of dead Momo, the woman he had been in love with blended together with a gathering of children enjoying steaming meat from the kitchen.
All of a sudden, their cheering laugher and happiness at the food on their table suddenly looked like the evil smiles of predators.
Unable to hold his disgust any longer, Dylan Vomited to the side. He vomitted so hard that the only thing that came out at the end was stomach juicy, and even that tasted, extremely disgusting to him.
Slowly, and forcefully, he raised his head to look at Deamon. "You were among the few he always took for the hunt. You knew this and you never told me." Dylan frowned.
