PAISLEY'S POV

Killian, Daciana and I were seated around the dinning table having lunch quietly, I was so engrossed in the chicken wings I was biting off from. Daciana has been the one cooking and to be honest? She is way better than me at cooking so I had to leave the job for her.

The chicken wing tasted so good that I was more focused on it than the pasta.

There was a pint of blood on the table right next to Dacianas plate which she usually took after having an abnormal meal, as she ...