Logan woke up early in the morning feeling the empty bed beside him. He stood up from the bed but he felt a little tired and lay back on bed. He hadn't fed for the second day now and it was getting a toll on him, especially after drinking the previous night. He searched for his phone to call his wife when the door was pushed opened. Tilda appeared looking vibrant, a smile plastered on her face. Her hair swayed beautifully behind her as she skipped intot h e room. Seeing Logan up she stopped and walked to his side of the bed.
"Honey, morning," Tilda said.
"Morning love, you seem so lively, what's the good news, "Logan asked.
"Imagine Alma and Damien in the same room, sleeping peacefully. That's the sight I've just come from seeing,’ Tilda said as she held his hand. It was unusually cold.
"That's great, I told you our plan would work,’ Logan said as he laid his head back on bed.
"You seem a little tired, and your temperature is abnormal, what's the matter?" Tilda asked.
