227. A COLD-BLOODED CRIME
NARRATOR
Celia threw the heavy jewelry box off the table in a fit of rage.
Her tent was a complete mess.
He had defied the entire camp for a vampire.
Didn’t even care to hide the fact that he was obsessed with that whore.
Everyone knew she was in love with him!
“You reject me for a disgusting bloodsucker?! Ugh, damn it!”
She hurled a flower vase at random, but with such bad luck it almost hit the poor woman trembling in a corner.
“YOU!” Celia suddenly remembered her.
“You told me those poisonou