Chapter 82

• At the very least, hell should be a different place other than this gloomy bedroom, other than the same dull canopy she was looking at upon opening her eyes. Maybe this was hell; this was a fitting place to be. Then why was she seeing Marc gazing down at her, shocked and concerned?
• “You’re a vampire, Dani! What the actual fuck?!!!” he yelled into her face. “Ugh!” The painful scream followed as she bumped into his chin, jolting up.
• “Ow,” she rubbed her forehead. “That hurt. Who were you calling, ‘vampire’? Why are you here? Wait, am I actually dead?”