Who? | The Dhampir (Book Two)

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Jared

"Hah," I exhaled and put the glass of blood on the dining table. "Finally," I whisper.

I inhale the scent of vanilla shampoo getting rinsed in the bathroom—the door of the bathroom clicks open. The smell of floral soap lingers in my nose, dominating my senses. I take another sip of blood. My gaze watches the girl coming out of the bathroom. She walks with a bathrobe covering her wet body. Her hair is wrapped with another towel. She hums as she gets ready. My gaze follows her as I sip blood. She walks to her built-in dressing room at the corner of the room. She pulls the curtain and hides inside.

"Why bother hiding your body?" I ask. I bit the glass to suppress my smile. "We've seen each other naked," I tease.

"Do not say it that way," she says.

I hear werewolves outside, walking past each other like people rush in the morning.

"You're late," I say and finish my drink. "Again," I add.

"I'm not yet late," she replies, stepping out of her dressing area.

"How's your agenda last night?" I ask in a soft voice. Whispering is the number one rule in this house.

"It's a kindergarten," she replies while doing her hair.

"Hm?" I frown in confusion.

"They're all kids," she answers while finishing her braids.

I nod. "Do not get insecure," I say and stand up. I clean the table and put the dishes in the sink.

"I'm not," she says and looks away.

"I wish I could tell if you're lying," I say and do the dishes.

"I'll go now!" she yells. "Bye, Mr. Tuna," she says and giggles.

"Tch," the sides of my lips rise. "Meow," I say with my low voice.

"Saufe!"

"Saufe!"

"Hey!"

I take a stroll around the village with my cat-disguise. My paws leave marks on the thick layer of snow. I watch the students performing on the field. Everyone follows Fatima's instructions except Sophia and George who are taking their tasks seriously.

This Sophia girl is quite annoying.