BROKEN glass fell on the floor when it was thrown on the concrete wall. The shards made a mess on the floor. All of them were swimming in a red liquid. The smell of copper also permeated in the air.
Instead of luring Fang to have another drink, she felt even more annoyed that a meal was put to waste.
Explicit in a foreign language exited from her lips before she settled on the chair behind the desk.
A moment ago, she was passing by the living room nurturing a glass of her personal favorite, an AB+ blood when something caught her attention.
“Put it back on.” She ordered one of the men who turned the television off.
“It was a human news, my lady.” He said not bothering to press the remote to turn it back on.
“Turn it back on.” She muttered again. She stressed each word for her to unde
