Still staring at Vincent, Eve asked him, "What option?"
"Vanish the body without anyone's notice and burn every evidence that points that the woman was here or you had anything to do with her," Vincent stopped dabbing the cloth and pressed the bloodied handkerchief on her wound.
Eve felt pain shoot down her neck.
"I am not sure if you wanting to die for being bitten would be for noble cause," Vincent's words were sarcastic.
Part of Eve wanted to confess the truth in the hope that the Council would give her justice for being attacked by a vampiress. But the other part of her knew that justice wasn't for everyone in the society she lived. She didn't want to die. She asked,
"What if the evidence is spilled all over the place?"
A small smile crept on Vincent's lips, and he said, "You don't have to worry about it. I am good at it."
"In hiding bodies?" Eve asked him with her eyebrows knitted together.
