Christian’s POV
The night was approaching. Since Ella’s arrival, it had gotten hard for me to swallow blood of the girls who came to me willingly. Who were ready to give me their life if I hungered for it.
And although it was my necessity to drink blood because my hunger was as worse as a burning volcano, which could blow up in a second and kill every living thing that came in my sight, the taste of their blood felt like a gross candy. One more reason of my hatred towards Ella.
I walked inside the room that I had reserved just for having my meals. The girl that was there for me tonight was wearing an extra mini skirt with a b*a type top on. Her face was caked with heavy makeup that probably made her look sight worthy somehow.
Anyhow, it or should I say her, had no effect on my appetite
