The door creaked open, and someone stepped inside.
All three of their heads snapped in that direction at once.
Santiago was already half-rising, a dark snarl curling at his lips as he prepared to attack until the figure fully entered the room.
Inés.
The witch.
Santiago's expression tightened immediately.
"I didn't scent you," he said coldly. "What if I had attacked?"
Inés glanced behind her, quietly shutting the door before sliding the lock into place. Only then did she turn to face them.
"I had to mask my scent," she explained in a low voice. "Otherwise someone would have noticed I came down here."
Santiago frowned at her explanation while Arianna calmly began placing the medical supplies back into the bag, carefully checking that nothing especially the scissors was left behind.
"Why are you here?" Santiago asked bluntly.
Before Inés could respond, Jacqueline suddenly smacked him on the leg.
"Hey!" she muttered under her breath, glaring at him in reprimand.
