Rowan POV
It's been two days of staying put in this blasted hospital wing after that little b***h Stacey tried to poison me. No matter how apologetic Amber was about it, it didn't change the fact that she'd tried to kill me while I was already pretty much on my deathbed. Not to mention I'd ingested King Stefan's blood, turning me half-vampire. I half expected to have red glowing eyes and a pointy tail but that hadn't resulted. Instead, I felt relatively normal, except for a slight craving for meat, which to be fair, was something I had as a shifter as well.
"She's in the dungeon now Rowan, she can't get to you," Amber said quietly, leaning forward in the hospital chair she was sitting on and regarding me steadily.
It didn't make me any less angry or annoyed. What kind of security did
