#Chapter 114 Blood Slaves

Tessa’s POV I couldn’t have heard her correctly. Did she just say a blood slave? “What did you just call me?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes at her. She frowned and stared around me, seemingly confused by my question, just as I was confused by hers. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so direct. But a few of us were talking and we were surprised when Joseph brought you around. It’s obvious you aren’t just his guest, but Joseph has never kept a blood slave before.” “I don’t think I understand what you are saying,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around the term she used. It was a term I had never heard before and I felt queasy at the very mention of a blood slave. But I had to know what she was talking about and what that meant. Her frown deepened. “Are you serious?” She asked, furrowing her brows together. “So, you really aren’t his blood slave?” “Please, tell me what you mean by ‘Blood Slave’,” I pleaded. “I never heard that term before.” She was quiet for a moment, and I s