~Axel's Point Of View~
I stood in front of my mirror, staring blankly at myself, at my new haircut, my new look, and my new vision. I had just made the grandest revelation to my family and it had stirred a lot of troubles.
Two days ago
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By the time I stepped back into the mansion after I visited Luis, my head was a mess.
Luis's slow, wheezy judgment still haunted me like an old, damp coat, and I hated it.
I stormed past the grand foyer, ignoring the workers bustling about. Someone called out to me—a maid, probably—but I didn't bother answering. I had bigger problems.
Like the fact that I kissed María José last night.
And bit her.
And drank her blood.
I shuddered, running a hand down my face as I climbed the stairs two at a time.
The second I reached my room, I kicked the door shut behind me, yanked my shirt over my head, and flung it somewhere across the room. My pants followed.
