CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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"Shame," I tsked, staring at the cold, grey body on the floor and my eyes reverted to the head in my hands. The poor thing detached from her body after my ravenous feeding. "I think you are kind of pretty though," I paused, inhaling the mass of brown hair. "And your hair smells amazing." I kissed my teeth and tossed the head on the body.

The bloody thing rolled off her satin-clad figure, soiling the floor and tainting the dry leaves that were dimly illuminated under the dark glow of the half-moonlight that shone in the woods.

I retrieved a handkerchief from my pocket and dabbed it against my mouth. The smeared white cotton material followed right after the head that was standing a few feet from the body. I stalked forward and swiped the head back to meet the body with my foot, after which I took out a lighter from my pocket.

I flicked the switch of the lighter, and a gust of fire surged out, but then I stopped when I remembered that I didn't have anything that co