Angelo looked at the woman in front of him and wondered whether the stench of the palace had really gotten into her head that bad. Maybe they needed to get some treatment.
If there were no people in Alexei then the human doctors would have an idea as to what was happening to her because he for a fact didn't know what to do with her. If she had looked like shit earlier, now she just looked plain ridiculous and Angelo was trying so hard to fight back a burst of roaring laughter.
He could tell that whatever her plan was, and no matter how crazy it seemed, he was not allowed to make a sound. So he held back his unruly snorts, watching as his mate went back into the palace and stuffed the blood from the dead bodies on herself.
It was one thing to be crazy and stupid, but it was also another thing to be wrapped up and be looking like the walking dead, but hey, at least she was still his. He would always be proud of her anyway.
