Chapter 16 A Pound Of Blood Each Month

• Lincoln was nowhere to be seen the entire day. It wasn't until dusk was nearing that he finally returned to Macroflora Hall, his face etched with exhaustion.
• After he returned, I immediately told him about the missing herbs from the medicine cabinet. I made it clear that they were all gnawed on by the old bald dog, so he shouldn't assume I had stolen them.
• Lincoln didn't say much. He just glanced at the dark red mark on my neck and kept sighing, his face crinkling up so much that it looked like he'd aged ten years at that moment.