I instinctively tried to flee, but Damon ordered his bodyguards to seize me.
“Anya Reed, this is what you owe Seraphina.”
Damon’s words echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
“Damon Blackwood, I haven’t said a single word this entire time! Tell me, what exactly do I owe her?”
Stumped by my question, Damon instinctively wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words.
He could only mumble, “If it weren’t for you, Seraphina wouldn’t be so scared.”
“And you won’t die; taking a little blood for talismans is fine.”
Damon knew he was in the wrong, but he was still worried about Seraphina.
He stubbornly insisted, “Anya Reed, stop making a fuss. As long as you draw the talismans, I’ll agree to anything you want.”
I had no chance to refuse; the doctor was already approaching with a needle.
I kept backing away, but the bodyguards grabbed me, pinning me firmly to the ground.
“This is illegal! You don’t have my consent!”
Hearing my words, the doctor hesitated for a moment, his needle hovering over me.
But when his eyes met Seraphina’s meaningful gaze, he finally made up his mind.
They were all in this together now.
The cold needle plunged into my chest, and a hundred milliliters of blood were quickly drawn.
Just then, Seraphina “woke up,” and seeing me, she let out a piercing scream.
Her shriek startled the doctor, and his hand twitched.
The freshly drawn blood spilled onto the floor. Damon, hearing the commotion, asked anxiously, “What happened?!”
Only after the doctor tremblingly explained everything did Damon finally relax.
Then he dismissively waved his hand.
“It’s fine, she’s strong. Draw it again.”
My heart shuddered at his words.
12:52 AM P
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“Damon Blackwood, I’ll die!”
