CHAP. THIRTY NINE—LITTLE BIRD.

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SCARLETT AND ZAYNE LATER ARRIVED BACK AT THE MOTEL.

With the outside constantly sprinkling with mid-morning rain, the two Vampires came back as wet as ever. So far, the panorama was left just the way it was. The corpses lying bloodless in the diner and not a single other living soul left.

Zayne carried Scarlett up to their room and placed her down on top. Her wet shirt was rinsed away of blood residue by the drizzle, despite water stuck around her ginger red hair, her bloodshot ocean eyes were still distant and distraught. What Zayne told her, made her unsure of herself. Of her control toward her Vampiric tendencies.

She massacred a whole family diner. She was never going to live it down.

"Go clean yourself up first," he said to her, his voice managed to get to her softly. The gingerette kept herself shut and shuffled her towards the small bathroom. She didn't have the sense of running away anymore, if she did - he'd still catch her again. The Alpha expla