Renard who had caught her in time before she could fall over, held her tight with his hands. He shared a look with Karnala as they then turned their gaze back at the blood that had filled the hallway. Though they only shared a glance, words seemed to be comprehended by the two. They didn't need words to understand how odd this was. This amount of blood should have been deadly, detrimental to a vampire, much less a human!
Judging by how Arabella was the only one here with her dress all colored in red and her hair that had turned bright red now, it was only right for them to guess that all this blood belongs to her.
It belongs to her. Yet? She was still alive. Although dizzy, and swaying with a pained expression, she was alive.
Not long after a man named Malvis was brought in front of them.
Arabella could feel her head aching as a medicine pressed into her open wound with a round cotton ball.
