Page 32 of Tears of Revenge

“Am I allowed to leave the room?”

“Of course.”

“But not the house?”

His jaw twitched. “We think it’s best if you remain here for now.”

“Because I could kill someone. Like I nearly did Lysander.”

Marcus appeared next to Varos with a grin. “Lysander is not that easy to kill.”

“So, he’s not human either?”

“No,” Marcus confirmed.

“What is he?”

“Let us show you the rest of the house, and when he returns, he can be the one to tell you,” Varos suggested.

She nodded and followed them out of the bedroom and past the small sitting room from earlier. The entry and living spaces were large, with floor-to-ceiling windows. The furniture was light and modern while the kitchen was darker, with black marble countertops and gold accents.

The garden outside was what caught her attention. It was massive and though it was dark out, she could see it clear as day.

“Why doesn’t the sun hurt you?” Then she realised, she was one of them now. “Us.”

“It’s a rumour our kind spread centuries ago to establish a false sense of security during the day,” Marcus explained.

“So, you can kill?” She wasn’t sure what she’d expected but complete silence wasn’t it. Her brows fused, and she studied them both. “You’ve killed before.” It wasn’t a question. Then her thoughts went back to Troy. “You killed him.”

“Avalon,” Varos started, taking a step closer to her.

Shaking her head, she kept her distance. “I don’t want to know.”

Her mind was tired. She was overwhelmed and all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn’t want to think, hear, or see anything. She just wanted to pass out and hoped that her dreams would take her far away from all of this. She turned on her heels and started walking back to her room.

“Where are you going?” Marcus asked, trailing behind her.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Avalon, please hold up a moment.”

She took a deep breath in, trying to calm herself—it didn’t work. The lack of needing to breathe only made her situation more realistic.

“You don’t need sleep.”

“You can’t sleep,” Varos clarified.

She whirled around to face them. “What?”

“Vampires don’t sleep.”

She blinked, hoping they were joking.

“Our minds can only daydream, but we don’t sleep like you are used to.”

“But I feel tired.”

“You’re still adjusting to it. Your whole life you knew you would need sleep after a long day so it’s hard to not feel the need for it at first,” Varos explained.

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