"He did what?" I screamed in fright and shock before inspecting my wrists and touching my neck.
I heard Martha's amused laugh behind me. "Don't worry because he won't just feed from anyone. He only feeds from his favorites, and you saw the two of them last night, I presume. You need to be tested before he feeds on you."
I suddenly felt stupid and embarrassed for my assumption and cleared my throat. "Like a lab test?
And I felt confused. Why would he personally pick me up?
"Er, no. I was told he's the one who'll do the testing, and I'm not certain what his way of doing it is."
"And the selection?" I pressed and inspected the clothes this time, only to pale at how they looked!
Am I a bride going on her honeymoon or what? Don't tell me I have to do that with him because I would rather k
