Bab 282: Blood is thicker than wine

Blake and Gunther were still on the rooftop with their gaze wandering over the cityscape and twinkling city lights sprawled out beneath them.

"Wait, so you guys had blood at the house all this while and you three didn't plan to share with me?" Blake blurted out, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Gunther held up a calming hand. "Well, for one, you've been in a terrible mood and you haven't been talking to anyone for a while, so there hasn't been a chance to share it with you," he explained patiently. "And the very day we brought the blood to the safe house was the day you went on a...killing spree."

Blake flinched at Gunther's words. "Shh! Don't say it out loud like that," he hissed, glancing around furtively despite their isolated position on the rooftop.

Gunther arched an eyebrow. "So, do you want the blood or not?"