Connor frowned at the nervousness, at the hope and the determination. What had happened? What had Marl said to her? For he was sure that's who she had been talking with. Connor felt uneasy, and he squirmed slightly. 

Connor watched her come over, listening as she spoke, shifting his chair as she sat. He frowned, looking down at his injuried hand in her grasp. "The vampire bit to drink my blood, and then they would have made me drink theirs" he said, slightly unsure. That was how it worked, he was more then sure. That was how it had been for him, or so Marl had told him. 

He frowned, disturbed at this, and he looked to her for the answer she wanted, for her to say what she wanted him to figure out, for he had no idea, although he wasn't sure if he would like it. What had Marl not told him?