The stakes had just gotten higher.
Cassandra couldn't stop herself from pacing inside her room. All the information that Carmichael had given her was enough to blow her mind. She anchored her attention towards Carmichael who was sitting on the reclining velvet chair next to her bed.
He had pushed back the headrest of the chair and was staring at the ceiling, unblinking. "Stop staring at me like that." He said.
"You said someone attacked you and your men?" She had heard his story over and over on their way back to the mansion. But still, she wanted to confirm.
"Yes."
"And… no one else was bitten?" she added when he answered with a low hum.
"Yes."
"Did anyone else know that you were bitten?"
"No."
She sighed. "Any other changes aside from healing and stronger senses?" Carmichael claimed that he could smell something different from her and that was why he had assumed she was hiding something from everyone else.
"I'm faster and stronger."
