87. Celeste's Plan

When all the vampires were in their rooms, Clayton suddenly stepped out, startling Odel. His expression remained sullen as he responded to Odel's questions. It was clear that he was jealous, but at the same time, he was also worried about Odel's neck—the one he had struck earlier.

"Are you still sulking?" Odel asked, eyeing Clayton suspiciously before narrowing her gaze.

Clayton remained silent, looking away with an even more pronounced scowl.

Odel stepped closer, scrutinizing the vampire's face carefully. "Hmm, no wounds on your face… But what about your hand?" Without waiting for a response, she swiftly grabbed Clayton's arm and rolled up his sleeve.

Clayton scoffed, attempting to pull his arm away, but Odel was quicker. Her eyes widened when she saw a scratch wound there.

"So you are hurt! "Wait a second!" Odel exclaimed. Without hesitation, she grabbed a bandage from the small table near the sofa and carefully placed it over Clayton's wound.