"It's Chris... Oh, God."
Isabel snapped back to reality at the sound of Chris' anxious voice. She glanced at the marks on her neck and arms, quickly grabbing a worn turtleneck dress from her wardrobe to cover them up.
Satisfied that nothing was visible from the collar to the sleeves, Isabel took a deep breath and opened the door.
She forced a smile, trying to sound casual. "Childe Chris, what brings you here?"
Chris, still in yesterday's suit, looked slightly disheveled, with fatigue and worry etched on his face. The expensive fabric was now wrinkled, and his eyes betrayed a sleepless night.
The truth was that Chris had spent the entire night in agony, watching Andrei's room, which stayed lit all night, through the vision of his hawk form.
Anger, jealousy, and frustration churned ins
