Freya
I blink at him, my heart racing. “Drained of... blood?” My voice sounds small and weak in the silence of the library. It’s like the world has suddenly shifted on its axis.
Professor Bell gives a single grim nod. “Yes, every drop. No signs of struggle either. It’s as if they willingly gave their blood,” he murmurs, his expression grave.
For a moment, I stare at him in horror. The thought is so horrifying that it’s hard to believe it could be true, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s not joking.
“Could it be...some sort of cult or...?” I’m grabbing at straws, but I’m desperate to make sense of this madness.
“It’s possible,” he muses aloud, though his tone suggests he doesn’t quite believe it either.
After a moment of heavy silence, he adds, “I thought I’d come and warn you. Be
