After I see the growing marks and it leaves me stunned for some minutes, I push Andrew to the bed so that he can sit down.

"When did this start?"

"I think it was two days after I got clawed." He tells me, frowning as he tries to remember something. What goes on in his head is strange but I am not going to think about that now, I have a much more important matter at hand.

"After two days!" I exclaim with a glare. "And you didn't even tell me anything till now?"

"I thought I was imagining things okay, and I didn't know how you would act." He...