Norman paced around in his room. He hated the way Freda was calm. She was looking at him with amusement. She sat on a chair crosslegged and relaxed. She held a cup filled with a fresh blood. She drank it slowly, licking her lips with every sip.
Norman couldn’t help but notice how dangerously attractive she was. She was wearing a tight gown which did nothing to hide her curves and her curves were damn sexy. If Norman hadn’t known her or what she was he would have been drooling over her right now.
"You need to calm down" she said. "The hunter will show herself soon, she values those people like her family and no matter where she goes she’ll definitely come back."
"I’m not worried about that" Norman said, " I’m worried because I feel we’re moving too slow. In this past days so much have happened that it looks like everything can fall apart at any moment."