A vampire's love is like the enchantment before a hunt. When they say they love you, it's as effortless as us declaring our love for bread and milk... But how much sincerity lies beneath? Only the devil would know.
Watching Baron's broad back, I estimated his sincerity toward me might be fifty percent—and that fifty percent only meant he loved my body and my blood! In other words, if I didn't kill him, he'd drain me dry.
While I was still locked in an internal battle, Baron had already pushed me onto the sofa in his bedroom.
The dark brown phoenix-patterned curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving the room dimly lit. He switched on the massive projection screen.
It showed footage of me working at "First City"—mopping floors, mixing drinks, handling payments, casually chatting with vampire patrons, keeping myself busy.
The next clip captured me strolling down the street with milk tea. Judging by the timestamp, it must've been filmed after I killed Chris.
