49. Sabotage

Laelia

I was pacing back and forth while the man in my bed slept soundly. How could he sleep at a time like this? I was biting my nails the stress of everything finally catching up to me, we were so close the finish line was in sight, but I didn’t know, something was gnawing at me. There was something we had missed I was certain of it. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

Ever since that night Zac had come knocking at my door, I had felt uneasy, I hadn’t left any clues as far as I knew that I had seen her. The fact I was being pounded by a beast of a man should be giving me an alibi regardless. If he really thought I was with his precious whore torturing her then he was mistaken.

I do admit not being able to hurt her as much as I wanted was disappointing, the taste of her blood had remained, she had a sweet salty taste part of me wished we didn’t have to kill her so just so I could drink her blood over and over again. My own personal blood mule, I smirked that sounded good