Olivia's POV
He didn't move at first. He just stared at me — as if memorizing my face — then opened a drawer and pulled out a black case. Inside were knives made of silver, small bottles of glowing blue liquid, and a gun I'd never seen before. I didn't ask questions. I didn't want to.
He took out one small blade and hid it under his coat. "If something happens," he said softly, "don't hesitate. Teleport."
I gave a weak smile. Was he genuinely concerned for me? "You know I won't."
He didn't smile back. He reached for my wrist and pressed his thumb against it, drawing a red mark with his blood. I thought vampires had no blood… but Frederick does. It burned hot for a second.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Marking you," he said. "So I can find you — no matter where they take you."
I didn't answer. I just nodded. Then I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, calling on my power.
The world spun. The floor vanished.
