*FREYA*A wicked grin lights up his face as he watch me scramble back in fear. “That's not a way to greet an old friend. So you didn't even miss me?”I force my breathing to remain steady as I hold his gaze, trying as much as possible not to cower in fear.“What do you want, Silas?!” I spit, channeling all the loathe and hatred I can muster into those words. He crouches down until his gaze levels mine, that cruel smirk still playing at his lips. “Well, for starters, I need to get my revenge.” His eyes turn cold, sending chills down my back. “Then we need your blood. I trust you are benevolent enough to spare some, won't you?”Just like a switch, the smile returns to his face as his gaze travels down my body, making my skin crawl. I cross my arms against my chest and spit at his face. “Over my dead body will I let you take my blood!”He chuckles as I glare at him, fishing an handkerchief from his pocket and wipe his face. When he returns his gaze back to me, his eyes are hard
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