"You really did it?" Dexter asked and then he couldn't help but close his eyes, letting out a deep breath.
"Yes, it was the only way at the moment. The other way to use sacrifice one of my breasts to the spirits, but I knew you wouldn't want that now," Hannah giggled and Dexter looked at her and he blinked, amused by her words.
"Seriously? Damn, I wouldn't want that. My second hand will be doing nothing when we're getting to action." Dexter chuckled and they both gazed outside of the camp.
"Well, you have one arm now so?" Hannah couldn't help but make fun of him and Dexter could only accept the insult.
Dexter's mind couldn't help but wander off to everything that has been happening the last week.
The blood moon that he was unfortunate to meet, being possessed by his past life self. Actually finding out that this isn't his first life on earth, and finally fighting the vampire king.
Freaky shit.
