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I stared at Martha, trying to process everything. I knew well that I would never get the truth by asking Sariel about it. All I could do was pick up the pieces of the story, hoping to put them together. I could only guess that Sariel brought me to his bedroom since he found some sort of guilt within him after his sister's so-called prank on me. He had taken off my dress, but at least he hadn't left me naked. He hadn't bitten me and probably left the room after putting me on his bed. Still, that didn't explain his sudden bloodlust. Did it actually have something to do with me? I knew that people sought sensation where there wasn't any. Perhaps it was all a coincidence. Sariel's revenge was completed. All sorts of emotions must have been crumbling inside him, even though he seemed composed. Maybe drinking all of the blood was his way of rebounding? Nonetheless, as usual, the rumors about what had happened the night before were about to make my life even more complicated than it alread
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