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ADRIA’S POV.
“Adria. Is there something you have to tell me?” My mum asked immediately, turning to face me, and I stuffed my toast into my mouth, trying to act casual.
“Adria.” She called again, and I tried to munch as fast as I could, so I could reply to her.
I swallowed, settling into a sofa, and opened my mouth to speak.
“Something I have to tell you? I don’t understand.” I replied, still acting innocent.
“You’ve been returning home really late at night, and this morning, your room smelled nauseating. It smelt like blood.” She attacked, turning off the television.
“So, you think I ate all those cows, or something?” I asked, dropping my toast on the center table.
“Adria. Let’s be truthful…”
“I’ve been so miserable, mum. Being a vampire isn’t what I wanted. I tried to see if I
