Silently, Gabriel suppressed a smile under his expensive cashmere blanket, maintaining his charade of pretending to sleep.
"Why does this kid know everything?" Tristan asked.
"Don't ask me. I only found out now that Gabriel has imprinted on Liz!" Marcus defended himself.
The atmosphere in the room became a blend of surprise, amusement, and the unspoken acknowledgment of the intricate dynamics within the supernatural realm of Wolfdale.
Daisy continued the extraction process, aware that she hadn't invited them to converse. It was more like she was speaking to herself, and she didn't expect responses from anyone.
"How do you know all this, hey, Daisy?" Tristan inquired.
"I am a shadow. I am with shadows. I hear and see many things without you realizing my presence."
Tristan shivered momentarily upon hearing this.
