~ Genevieve pov~
I watched as sir Walter picked the book from my side as he picked up the cup of tea that was empty. Marilyn's cup, on the other hand, was still full.
I had managed to calm myself down. The constant presence of Marilyn was helpful.
My eyes were trained on the cupful of cold tea that belonged to Marylin. "Why are you not drinking it?" I asked her without removing my eyes from the object. She loved tea.
"Oh," she glanced at the teacup, "I need to have blood in it to be able to drink and digest it." She softly informed me knowing that this was still a sensitive topic.
I nodded slightly telling her that I understood whereas in my mind were revolving a thousand questions. So blood was an important factor.
I kept on staring at the teacup without blinking my eyes. Whenever I blinked my eyes I could see the image of Tristan almost changing into something heinous.
