Ten days later.
Aurora was desperately banging and kicking the wall of the room, hoping anyone could hear her pleas and shouting.
Too bad, nobody hears her begging and pleading to let her out of the room.
Has everyone forgotten her already? Including Drake?
Of course, she can't blame them for turning their back on her because of what she had done during the ritual, the fact that she was trying to kill the thousand-year-old vampire would enrage everyone, including Drake.
She lowered herself to the bed, feeling distraught and frightened.
She can still remember when those words whispering in her ears accusing her that she was a murderer propelled her to attack the evil grandfather of the psycho family.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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