Marilyn had been kind enough to pour each a cup of tea, blood for them and milk for me before settling down beside me on the ground.
"What is it that you want to talk about?" I asked Chiara. "Also, are you okay with everyone listening to it?" Because I was sure that someone was standing outside the doors of my bedroom.
Tristan had not bothered leaving me unguarded before, so after my escape it was going to be hard pass for him to do,
"Ah, that." She clicked her tongue. "I had a sage burnt here. Don't worry." she answered that only intrigued me more.
"What?" What sage was she talking about?
"I will tell you about that later." Chaira waved off my concerns Like they were nothing. "I have other pressing matters that I need to discuss with you."
"Like what?"
