PRETTY DEVILS
I yelled.
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Nathan spat, his emerald eyes flashing with anger as he stood up. His sharp jawline was set in a determined expression, his lips curled into a snarl. "I didn't kill anyone," he continued, his voice dripping with condescension. "There were five of them, and I made them all fall asleep before having my fill of blood. Then I gave them all my blood, so you see, they're all alive and remember nothing." He smirked, his lips curling up into a self-satisfied smile.
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