Don't say any more

Catrina was still standing at the doorway, neither stepping inside nor leaving. Her gaze remained fixed on Lathel's neck for a very long time, where five purple finger marks were still clearly visible on his skin.

She had left them there with her own hands.

Catrina stared until her fingertips began to tremble, while Lathel had no idea what she was thinking. He only lowered his gaze to the silver chain wrapped around his ankle.

Click.

The chain lightly struck the side of the bed.

The sound was very faint, but Catrina immediately flinched as if something had hit her.

Lathel looked up.

The two stared at each other for a long time before Catrina finally stepped inside. She moved extremely slowly, but after only two steps, Lathel's body instinctively shifted backward toward the head of the bed.

Not much.

Just a little.

But it was more than enough for Catrina to notice.