DYLAN'S POV
The smell of rotten flesh still lingers on my clothes. And how can I regularly go to the council if I couldn't stand how the vampire smells?
I went straight to the bathroom as I entered the room and took a quick shower before Cai came. But she's still not in the room when I finished, so I decided to check on her. Then I saw her with Oliver standing by the kitchen entrance.
"That's why she's late," I murmured and walked towards them.
"Cai, what's taking you so... What the f**k?!" I roared after seeing Cai's bruised wrist.
"You!" I glared at Oliver, making him quiver.
"It wasn't me. It was Henry." Oliver blurted out, trembling from fear.
I gritted my teeth. "Where is he?" I asked Oliver, anger coursing through my veins.
"Dylan, calm down,"
