It seems the potion had little efficiency, Eve thought, watching Louis close his eyes again for the third time. He was slipping in and out of consciousness, and every time he snapped his eyes open again, it was with much deadlier intent.
"Rogues can't be cured, they're mostly killed after being infected so they won't go turning others or killing them," the doctor faced his own words as Eve peered at Louis again.
"He doesn't have to be killed, he has great potential. He will have to learn how to control himself," Sebastian appeared in the cell.
Eve and the others turned to look at him step inside along with Leif and Esmeralda. Her eyes lit up and she went to him, her hands going around his shoulders while he snaked his hands around her waist.
"Sebastian," Eve called him softly and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and kissed it. The others turned their gaze away from the open affection, but Esmeralda glared at Eve's face.
