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“ Who did this to you ?” Guillermo asked gently, pressing his palm to Nandor’s cheek through the bars of his cage. His fangs were missing again.
It hadn’t been long since Nandor was rescued from the ‘human exercise enthusiast’ cult, and Guillermo checked in on him frequently.
Bringing him blood and bloody human foods, distracting him, and monitoring Nandor. Cults are like awful splinters- you may think you pulled it all away, only to find a piece left.
“I did,” Nandor replied as Guillermo reached for his stake to search the room.
Guillermo felt the tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry…”