"The guy who cuffed her here is also an elf. Could he be her enemy?" B's voice was hoarse and carried a chilling coldness. "That elf's power is incredibly mysterious. Even the three of us combined might not stand a chance against him. To offer such a stunning elf as food to us—they must be enemies!"
Who is he talking about? Who is whose enemy? Rion? Rion isn't my enemy; it's the coach.
"Can't you two smell it? This girl is a Gen-two elf, meaning both her parents are ancestors of the elf race! This is so rare!" C's voice was greedy and sharp.
Clearly, these three vampires were discussing me, but... my parents are pure humans. How could they be ancestors of the elven race?
Hmph! Saying Eason Lee is a elf ancestor is more absurd than me tripping down the stairs and dying.
C sighed again, "I've lived for over five hundred years and have drunk the blood of more than ten elves, but this is the first time I've seen one like her!"
