Chapter 943

　　The Holmes family's reach was longer than she had ever anticipated. 　　Or maybe she was just overthinking it. 　　Cyrus might only want to talk with her because of Algernon's condition, right? 　　Taking a deep, stabilizing breath to calm the rising knot of anxiety in her chest, Tabitha turned and walked into the kitchen. 　　Her knife moved in a steady, practiced rhythm, reducing the vegetables on the cutting board to even, paper-thin slices. But her mind was miles away, trapped in a loop, replaying the exact look Cyrus had given her moments ago. 　　Her focus slipped for a fraction of a second. The blade veered. 　　"Ow—" 　　Sharp pain flared as the steel bit into the side of her index finger. Crimson swelled instantly, heavy droplets spilling over her skin and staining the wooden board. 　　"Are you okay?" 　　A shadow fell over her. He was there beside her in a blur, moving with the terrifying, unnatural speed. 　　Before Tabitha could even think to pull away, Cyrus caught her by the wrist. In one