"I'll come back," Casey mumbled, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flushing as she ducked her head, her hand still hovering near the door. Her eyes darted to the floor, her boots shuffling backward, her apron twisting in her fingers as she spun and hurried down the corridor, her steps quick and uneven, almost tripping over her own feet.
Vlad hissed under his breath, his jaw clenching, his hand clutching the blanket tighter around his waist, the fabric rustling. "Of course someone had to see," he muttered, his voice low and sharp, his eyes rolling upward as he slapped his forehead with a loud smack, his fingers lingering there, pressing against his temple. He glanced at Angel, who was sauntering out, her dress swaying, her head held high, her lips curved in a smug smile.
