The memories of this room, of this body, and the borrowed but improved looks of this face, remembered the sister as she entered. There had been an aversion to death, last time. Not a celebration. But it had been love, cut short in the lull of...
Raven nodded his head and took the drink throwing it back like it was a shot of liquor rather than medicine. Raven then thanked her for helping him and he would have to have his people questioned
Raven looked at the maid and then spoke "leave now" he wasn't taking kindly to them disrespecting Anastasia like they were. Raven then focused on her and explained his symptoms and when it had all started. Raven had been feeling sick for a week...