~Genevieve~
As soon as I woke up I ripped the quilt off of me and moved to the mirror only to take off the cloth on my neck. My eyes narrowed at the wound given to me by Marilyn on the right side of my neck. It was almost completely healed. Only a small pink skin remained.
Tristan's mark on the other hand did not care much. I could still see the blood. That's not what happened with Marilyn. Hers had healed comparatively quicker and I knew that because not much time had passed.
So how was it that Tristan's blood could heal Merilyn's bite completely in just less than a week's time where his bite did not?
It did not make sense.
The door opened and I turned around expecting it to be either Laila or Dorothy only for it to be Marilyn.
"Oh!" She jumped slightly as she saw me. "I thought you were asleep."
"I just woke up."