Jarrett nodded, barely something of a regal gesture before making his way back to his room. Thankfully, he wasn't followed the entire way, as her parents focused more on her staying put, than their guest. So he was able to get back into his blood stained room without much query- except that, to even his dismay, the room appeared anything but bloodied.
For a second, he wondered if Einin's magics were still at play, but when a noise behind him came out in a gnarled hiss, he didn't have a second to react. And a moment later he was pinned onto the bed, nd the familiar sharp nails and voice of his mistress was all over him. And seconds later, everything just went dark.
The day would come and go as usual, no one disturbing Lord L'isson except the maid that knocked on his door. But getting no response,s he left to go about her other duties, however, when she reported to Lord Beirne about it at the breakfast table, he nearly dropped his tea.