That single word seemed to bring Camellia back to her senses. Her fangs retracted as well as her claws, her eyes returning to their natural blue. Her gaze fell on the dead maid before falling on her hands, lathered with Ian's blood.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled a weak apology.
"Are you okay?" Ian asked, concern evident in his voice.
Camelia gave a weak nod.
"Are you?" she asked, finally looking at him.
"Yeah," Ian replied.
Seeing what she had done to him, she looked away again in shame, getting off him to sit on the edge of the bed. Ian sat up too.
"Thomas, please get this body out of here," Ian said calmly.
Hearing his brother's words, Thomas finally got up from the ground. He had a scowl on his face as he entered the room again, striding over to the dead maid and carrying her up in h
