#Chapter 150 Love and Mourning

I sat up and screamed, “What do you want from me?”

“You have nothing of value to offer me,” Ian replied, his voice echoing through the hallway. “I simply want you to think.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! You’re always calling me stupid and acting like I know all of these things, but I don’t! I’m not a vampire! I’m a werewolf! I’m not one of you! I want to go home! I want Candido.”

He sighed again then seemed to walk through the wall and stood in front of me. He was fully dressed and looking down at me with a sneer.

“Must you continue to whine?”

“You’re just playing with my emotions,” I sniffled. “I’m never getting out of here. You’re doing this one purpose!”

He tutted. “Don’t be ridiculous, as if I’m deriving pleasure for watching you mope about. I have better far more interesting things to be doing. The only one prolonging your time here is you.”

He crouched in front of me.

“Think you, idiot,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Your mother died giving you a blessing of blood.”

“What does