*Griff*
Upon reaching the chateau, I carry Anaïs inside, her body still limp in my arms. I take her to my own bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. I remove her shoes and jacket, then tuck a blanket around her. Using my heightened senses, I check her heartbeat and pulse. Both remain steady, a small comfort in the midst of the chaos.
Once I’m satisfied that she is stable, but not on the verge of waking, I leave the room and make my way down to the lab where Jean, Edward, and Pierre are examining Chenot’s body.
“Have we found out anything?” I ask, my gaze falling on the lifeless form of Chenot.
Edward leans over the body, his face grim. Jean looks up at me, his face paler than usual. “We think he might have been a soul eater,” he says, his voice steady despite the gruesome scene.
Edwa
