Dressed in a loose hoodie and a baggy jean pant, Hazel descended the stairs slowly.
"Good morning Riley... " She greeted softly, striding towards the dinning table.
"Morning, darling. Didn't sleep well again?" Riley asked, eyeing the dark circles beneath Hazel's eyes while she spread peanut butter over a slice of bread.
Hazel nodded tiredly. She sighted Chris seated on the couch, his gaze locked on her face as though he was trying to confirm something.
"I guess I was studying last night and must've fallen asleep afterwards... I can't even remember when. Maybe it's the fever messing with my head," Hazel said, stifling a yawn.
Her gaze darted towards Chris, he gave her a warm smile then faced forward.
Hazel let out a small sigh of relief.
Though Chris had erased every trace of how he sank his fangs into those women's necks and Riley's too—the memories still lingered vividly in her mind. That night, when she returned to her room, sleep had refused to come until morning.
