SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE
“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.”
I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?”
Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.
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