"Be good, Agatha. Let me go see what kind of scene Elaine's making this time. I'll be right back."
Agatha nodded obediently.
But the instant Blake turned away, she let out a desperate scream.
She held up her phone with trembling hands, her whole body shaking.
"Blake, I never meant to pressure her into giving blood. Why is she threatening me?"
Blake's expression shifted to alarm. He snatched the phone from her hands.
On the screen, a message glared back at him, sent from my number.
"You filthy tramp. If you don't stop clinging to Blake, I swear I'll have someone put you in the ground."
Blake's face turned to ice. His fingers went white around the phone.
"Good. That's just wonderful."
"Clearly she hasn't suffered enough if she still has the energy to threaten Agatha."
He bent down and scooped Agatha into his arms, a cold laugh escaping his lips.
"Don't be scared, Agatha. I'm going to make her get on her knees and beg your forgiveness right now."
I shook with rage, wanting nothing more than to rush forward and tear his face apart.