Zevran.
For the longest time, I was too angry to properly make sense of what she had just said to us, too pissed off beyond reasoning to realize that she'd just mentioned Chalice being in labor as we speak.
My body vibrated with rage and irritation and I spat before I could stop myself; "What do you owe Chalice?"
But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at me.
"I just spoke to you. What do you owe Lady Chalice Blackthorne?!" I barked and when she still wouldn't respond, Darius clapped his hands together and I gasped when a high pitched scream tore out from the back of her throat almost instantaneously.
Fluid slipped out from the corners of her eyes, but they were not clear liquid like tears. They were blood red, thick and ran down so slowly down her face that my first response to it was shock.
