James came here to kill him? That was ridiculous, thought Madeline. James wouldn't be able to last for more than five seconds in front of the King. But now, he had turned to something else.
"How does one turn to a werewolf?" Madeline asked Calhoun. He turned around to meet her eyes, not replying to her question immediately.
"He got bitten," Calhoun moved from his place, and walked towards the sink. Pulling out his handkerchief, he soaked it in water, "Change your clothes," he ordered. With Madeline smelling like the dungeon and reeking like a werewolf, it irritated him. It annoyed him that James had dared to touch what was his. The only reason he wasn't on his way to the dungeon to break the man's limbs was that he wanted to hear what Madeline wanted to say.
His anger had not simmered down, and it was still at the top of the roof.
