Chapter 69

• Rȗҽ
• The wood creaked beneath my weight as I loomed over the doorway. I smirked when none answered. I scanned around, noticing how everyone held a glass of blood in their hands. It had better not be Cylester they were drinking. I thought sourly.
• Pulling in my thoughts of murder I began to walk. Their eyes had not once left me as I made my way towards the bar. My eyes flick from bottle to bottle that lined the shelves on the wall.