Alistair could not explain himself to his wife. This is one of the reasons some men stay single for the rest of their lives. They had no one who they answered to.
He was like that a day ago. Now, it was different. His wife deserves to know who he was and what he was doing with blood.
Alistair wondered what was going on in her head. Did she think he was someone? He wished he could read her mind, but that was impossible. That power he had over humans was gone.
"Whose blood is that?" Arabella asked, taking more steps behind. It broke his heart seeing her scared of him. A moment ago, she looked safe in his arms.
"I can explain this," he replied. Alistair walked to where she was. "This is Roland's blood."
The strange look on her face bored him. Seriously? Did she have feelings for that idiot?
