One thing was clear to me. Marsella was almost invisible.
Augustus confirmed all my assumptions. Marsella had everyone, well not everyone, but Marquess Ross and his son, Augustus, by the neck. Apparently, Marsella agreed to let Marquess Ross go if Augustus proved her to be a great father! That bitch was nuts, literally. She had tons of loose screws in the head.
The reason Augustus, this dear brother of mine, couldn't help but approach me in the first place. Unlike the memories the weakened Marsella left in me, where Augustus treated her as if she didn't exist, he initiated a conversation with me. Although our interaction at first was brief, it was enough for him to notice something was off.
He was observing me until Marsella woke up one night, asking him for a drink. That was when my symptoms started appearing once again. That was why Augustus had to lie or rather, keep important details about vampires. He knew Marsella was watching and listening.
