89ADRIA’S POV.“Adria. Is there something you have to tell me?” My mum asked immediately, turning to face me, and I stuffed my toast into my mouth, trying to act casual.“Adria.” She called again, and I tried to munch as fast as I could, so I could reply to her.I swallowed, settling into a sofa, and opened my mouth to speak.“Something I have to tell you? I don’t understand.” I replied, still acting innocent.“You’ve been returning home really late at night, and this morning, your room smelled nauseating. It smelt like blood.” She attacked, turning off the television.“So, you think I ate all those cows, or something?” I asked, dropping my toast on the center table.“Adria. Let’s be truthful…”“I’ve been so miserable, mum. Being a vampire isn’t what I wanted. I tried to see if I’d heal, or die, last night, so I cut myself repeatedly. The blood dried, I healed, but the smell stuck to my body, and I was too tired, and depressed to wash up.”When I had become such a good liar, I wasn’t
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