*Pryce Winsley’s POV*
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“Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?”
I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly.
I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound.
“What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!” She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor near my stomach, and I saw my blood kept oozing out and running down under the fridge before me.
I pointed to the big chunks of frozen meat on the counter that I needed to eat and told her, “Unfreeze it. Please?”