Zoe was all stitched up and sleeping when Graeme arrived at the room to check on her.
The stitches were done crudely, tracing her wounds in black with ragged ends sticking up in various directions. Graeme grimaced. It made her look like a version of Frankenstein's monster. He didn't want to perpetuate that experimental status for her here. They needed to figure out a way to help her—help her heal or whatever it was she really needed.
Given that she was not only born as alyko but turned into some kind of vampire, he could only imagine how she must have been treated by Andreas and the others. That, and other than her team which had now departed, the elders were her only real opportunity for social interaction. No wonder the way she behaved was so bizarre and seemingly removed from natural emotions.
