Chapter 58 FIFTY-SEVEN

ARLEIGH'S POV I think I drifted to sleep a couple of times. My hands were sore and the chair felt like it was burning my ass. I don't know how long I was out or how long since that unknown man took me from my home. One thing is for sure, I'm fucked. The man from earlier came back later. He was still wearing that same smug look that makes me want to tear his face off. He sat on the chair in front of me and crossed his legs. "You ready to travel?" he asked and I furrowed my brows as I looked at him. "Where to?" His smile widened. "I guess you are." Then he took something from the pocket of his coat and as soon as I saw it, my mouth watered. I didn't notice I was too hungry that I was practically thrashing in my chair. "Easy, now," he said as he stood. He showed me the blood bag before he went on, "You hungry?" I gave him a glare. If looks could kill, he would have been dead by now for the countless times I gave him a death glare. He chuckled as though he was very amused by what was happe