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EVANORA'S POV

If Blade got extremely angry at me, it was going to be understandable.

I promised to see him the following day and instead, spent over a week without seeing him.

It wasn't my fault though. But at the same time, he couldn't be blamed.

My schedule for the past week had been the same. I spent half of my day training like a lunatic and the other half trying to get used to drinking blood in between meals.

It was torture and though I still completely hated the idea, I was slowly getting used to drinking blood. I wasn't even offered a choice as my dad watched me during every meal, ensuring I emptied the filled glass of blood at one attempt.

I was slowly becoming one of them and quicker than my mind, my body was getting used to it.

My morning was no different with me waking up, getting refreshed, and then heading downstairs for breakfast. My dad was already seated and as the maids filled the tables with sumptuous-looking meals, an additional table containing my daily dose of blo