Fiona Schmidt's heart raced as she flipped over and got out of bed.
Her left hand accidentally bumped into the bedside table, causing her pain. She glanced at it lightly, halting her action of getting off the bed—
"How is it..." She stared at her perfectly healed left index finger, clearly remembering having bitten it to feed to Norton Abyss. How was it that upon waking up, the wound had vanished without a trace!?
She was stunned, remaining motionless, until the sound of a door opening behind her made her suddenly turn around.
As she looked, the woman was dumbfounded again, staring at Norton Abyss walking out of the bathroom, a towel in his hand, drying his hair.
From his bathrobe and damp hair, it was evident he had just showered...
Shower? Fiona Schmidt's eyes widened, staring blankly, feeling like she was dreaming.
"You... you woke up?" she stammered, sitting half on the edge of the bed, maintaining her previous posture, frozen in place.
