"Luke? What's wrong?" I heard a man's voice. Raising my line of sight, I saw Canrart who looked worried at me and stood with a book in his hand.
"Lillian drank the winter bottle which was in Charlie's room and someone tried drinking her blood," Luke replied and I felt someone's hand on my forehead.
"She doesn't seem to have a fever so the amount of wine she drank must be pretty less but enough to give an edge," Canrart said after checking my temperature on my forehead.
"Why aren't you asleep? It's three in the morning," Luke stated. "Just a little trouble in getting sleep," I heard a sigh.
"You should go meet him tomorrow," I blurted without thinking what I said and saw Canrart smile.
"I will, Lilly."
"Alright, we are going up. See you in the morning Canrart," Luke said as he began walking towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, Lilly, and Luke," Canrart said behind us.
