Chapter 43-----Your Lips Taste Like Jelly
“Why did you approach me? Do you want to...dig out my heart? Harvest my organs? Or...do you want to drain, drain all my blood dry?”
My vision blurred. I couldn't see clearly, but I felt Hudson's handsome face freeze. He looked at me, unsure whether to laugh or cry, and didn't move.
After a long pause, he asked in an astonished tone, “I'm not a butcher, why would I dig out your heart, or drink your blood?”
“That's what I want to ask you...I, how would I know? Their is something not right about your family, you're being nice to me for no reason, it's too scary—” I shook my head, waved my hand weakly, and muttered, “Too scary...”
Hudson asked, "So you thought we were being nice to you so we could harvest your organs and blood? Is that why you
