Chapter 81: The Scent Of Blood (2)
"Here, use this." Orson stretched his hand forward, considerately handing the downcast lady a clean tissue she could use to wipe off the blood stain that coated her fair finger. "You should be more careful when dealing with such objects, wipe the blood and make sure you apply some ointment to avoid irritation."
"Oh dear, is it deep?" Asked the concerned Elaine as Abbot reached to take the tissue from Orson so he could help his wife clean off the blood from her bleeding finger, and he shook his head in disappointment before getting on with the treatment.
Silent murmurs filled the dining as the servants hurried to go get the bandages and whatever was needed to attend to her wound. And with how easily the dining got disorganized due to Isabella’s puny injury, one would think a serious accident had occurred.
As the conversation continued, Orson stole a glance between the bloodied finger and Cassian who had suddenly come to an abrupt stop in the stairs. He had noticed how still his friend became the minute Isabella hurt herself, which is why he took quick action in helping the lady get rid of the blood, but unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be helping matters up there.
"Something wrong?" With her brows slanted into obvious concern, Madeline felt the need to ask, seeing as he had stopped walking when they were already halfway through the stairs. She noticed his grip on the rim of the stairs had tightened, making her aware that something had to be wrong.
When the young lad inhaled the scent of another strange blood, it wasn’t as potent as when he inhaled that of Maddie’s, yet he was finding it difficult to resist like someone who had finally located where he could drink water that had been long hidden from him in a dessert.
"Cas?"
"Blood." He uttered underneath his heavy breathing, looking perplexed as the only thing that went through his mind was to find where the scent of blood was coming from. "I smell blood, and I can’t control my thirst." He alerted, leading Madeline’s eyes to widen as she fixed her gaze downstairs to the family having dinner, and to her surprise, Abbot was gently wiping off the bloodstain on his wife’s index finger.
She’s hurt!