Zechariah did glance at Kitty at that one. For once, it was him who felt complimented and insulted at the same time.

With all his observation skills, what Zechariah noticed most was that that blood was coming dangerously close to his sleeve. “Let me grab another cloth.”

He set the bloody cloth on the table, leaving precariously teetering Uriel to wash his hands and search for a new cloth.

How could the day get worse? When Zechariah turned his head to see who Noah brought … it was the only doctor in town he knew.

“Are there no other doctors in town?” flew in a fury out of his disgruntled mouth as he dried his hands. “… Good to see you, Dr. Wells,” he hastily added afterward.