Dylan’s Point of View
“I love you too Laa. We will, I promise. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hung up from talking to Laa and put my phone down on the small round table next to the tub. Rowan went into our room when Arnie, the contractor called him back. I finished my glass of blood and stepped out of the tub, I dried myself off and rinsed out the glass. I didn’t know what to expect tonight and I wasn’t in the mood to try and explain to any cops why I had a wine glass with blood in it. I walked into the bedroom where Rowan was sitting on the edge of our bed still on the phone with Arnie, he held his arm out for me to come to him. I sat on his lap facing him, like I was riding him and laid my head on his shoulder. He told Arnie that he would see him in the morning and hung up, he laid down on
