I listened in bewilderment, unable to comprehend their conversation. Catherine raised her head from the shadows. The anger on her face receded, replaced by astonishment.

"How did you know?" Catherine asked, her eyebrows raised.

"You have a slight mark on your neck," Kral arched an eyebrow, "and there's a scent of Bud on you."

Catherine immediately reached for her neck. She covered it with one hand, her complexion darkening as she muttered under her breath.

"... Did you already know it?" ...