Zander followed Alanna to his bedchamber. The one he shared with Catherine. His heart was beating real fast.
"Are you sure she won't attack him?" Faolán asked, whispering to Alanna.
"I've been talking to her while she was changing. I hope it worked. Because she woke up and she was not like 'crazy for blood' . I fed her with blood.
"How? From whom?" Faolán asked, confused.
"I have my ways. How do you think I survived all this time without raising suspicion? I was not just killing people, you know?"
"I know…"
"So. I have my contacts in hospitals and all. And people willing to be bitten. Some people are just… eccentric."
"I bet." He said and raised his eyebrows.
Zander was so concentrated in his own actions and anticipation, that he was not listening to anything Faolán and Alanna were saying.
Alanna held Zander's arm.
"Let me get in first. I'll see if she is able, right now, to receive you, okay?"
