Chapter 33 Carried bridal style

CLARA'S POV

We finished and I had to keep the blood secured in the vail she had put it in. Our not so red blood was already packaged and ready to be delivered to Professor Derrick.

We waited a little while before going to lay on our beds as I wondered what he meant when he said he would send for me. I thought about all our activities since Grace and I left him to see if by chance, there had been anything out of the ordinary to signify him trying to reach out to me. Nothing seemed out of place and I decided that maybe I was actually overthinking it.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Grace suddenly asked me.

"How do you know that? What if I'm thinking about what would become of us when Melissa and Beta Benson find her blood here?" I teased.

"You mean what would become of you?" Grace asked me.

"I thought we were best friends." I said to her,

"Aye, that we are but not unto death." She said to me,

"That sucks. Best friends should stick with each other." I argued it out.

"Yes, stick