Laurel forced herself to breathe, her mind started to race. Eden was a vampire. Was he dangerous? Was he a spy or just taking refuge in the werewolf kingdom? Why would he be here if that were the case?
His hands began to shake as the nurse came back with more towels, breaking the silence in the room.
Laurel wrapped her hand in one of the towels and stood.
“I should get this seen to,” Laurel said, “I’ll see you later, Eden!”
He nodded, turning a kind smile on her, but the hunger in his eyes was still there. She hurried out of the backroom and snagged a bandage and rushed back to the castle.
She went to her room and closed it behind her without a word before setting to pacing.
How could Eden be a vampire? How had he managed to hide it all this time? Was he connected to the poison at
