We helped Alessandro get in the car and started heading back to the mansion.
I was sitting in the backseat with Alessandro’s head in my lap, only dressed in a large t-shirt that I found in the trunk.
Even though the wound was healed and Alessandro insisted that he was fine, the rest of us argued that he should be careful. I still had no idea what I did, so I couldn’t guarantee that everything was fully healed just because the open wound magically turned into a scar.
I tried to process the night’s events during the car ride back.
The silver collar had fallen off on the street outside of the old cemetery, and I had no idea how.
Maybe I should have taken a closer look at the collar to see if it malfunctioned somehow. But it still didn’t explain the bright light that I saw.
A milli
