Mikhail didn’t say anything, but he did something that caught her completely off-guard.

Reaching out, he cupped her cheek with his hand. His palm was big enough to cover most of the skin at her side, but what was most unnerving of all was how cold he felt. Like an undead.

“Are you feeling well?” he asked.

Cassy blinked. “I’m… good…” she said uneasily. Why was he asking her this?

Ah. Was he asking because of her injuries from last week?

She was a human, so she didn’t have any special regenerative powers. If she had been left alone in the alley that night, she would’ve bled to death much...