|LEILA CROSS|
"Where are your parents?"
That question alone makes me remember the fury inside my heart that I kept all these years that I've been telling myself that I'm fine with their death, but I'm not.
The fire flickers in my eyes as I stare at him with a blank expression.
"Why do you ask?" My calm demeanor and how I handle myself just fine even though I'm now ready to strangle him to death is just impressing.
He's standing on the edge of my study table. I walk slowly to his side where I put bottles of wine in the cabinet attached to the wall. I carefully caress one bottle as my gaze intensifies to my eagerness to burn all vampires that caused our family to hell.
I can never forget the fact that vampires were the ones who caused their death. At least, that's what I know. But I'm sure that it is.