CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
He was a vampire. Luca Giovanni, the guy I had been living with for quite a while was a blood-sucking creature and I had no clue about it. I took a deep breath, exhaling, trying to force my brain into believing whatever it was they meant by him being a vampire. It seemed unbelievable. How could a man that good looking be such a cold, blood-drinking, soulless creature? I’d read quite a lot of vampire novels, watched a couple of vampire movies, my favorite being The originals but never had I thought I would live with a vampire in the same house. Wait, weren’t vampires not supposed to walk in the sunlight?
“How long has he been like that?” I heard someone ask in the distant but still I never left the shell of my raging thoughts.
Did this mean everyone around me was some
