The other end remained dead silent.
I couldn't help but snap, "If you really see Kailia, just say you did nothing—it's not like I'll admit to anything either."
The words left my mouth, but my heart ached. In my mind, all I could hear was his voice, forcing me while calling another woman's name: "Kailia, tell me you love me…"
"Lanst, are you still listening? Sorry, I was a bit harsh earlier. I'm just desperate. There's a thirteen-year-old boy here who's turned into a vampire. He refuses to drink blood and just ran away from home. He's weak. If you have cloned blood or any synthetic substitute, bring some. Otherwise, I'll have to give him my own…"
Beep— The line went dead.
Defeated, I squatted on my suitcase, staring at my phone, frantically searching my mind for any vampire who could help—but I came up empty. Arthur, whom I'd met at the masquerade—I couldn't even recall his number. And Carey Blanch… Forget it. I'd rather bleed myself.
