Snippet for today 11229 on day 9

“Lilliane...” He stepped out from a doorway to the side. Polished leather shoes that ascended to fitted black braes of some unknown material soft material. A tunic that had strange round closings going up the front of soft purple material. The face was unchanged despite the strange attire. A scruffy jawline, strong arrogant nose, eyes of amber.

“Conri..” she croaked softly, curled with her legs to the side at the bottom of the stairs. “Conri..” she repeated softly, lifting her hand out towards him, a sob threatening to escape as she did, suddenly overwhelmed by fear at finding him and not Gabriel or Tristan. “Help...”

He closed the distance between them in two steps and swept her up against him, tucking her under his chin as he carried her from the foyer into the sitting room of the ancient Victorian style house Niele hand manage to procure for them. Fully furnished with darkly gothic heavy antiques. It was dreary and bordered on morbid in décor and artwork. It worked perfectly for their purpose.

Gently he carried Lilliane's slender body, stopping to lay her down upon a heavy chaise lounge. She looked like a china doll there, so pale with her large pleading eyes. She whimpered softly as he deposited her and her face twisted in pain. “What is it?” she whispered thickly, trying to sit up. He pushed her back with a hushed “no” and bent poured thick red liquid into a crystal goblet next to the chaise.

“Drink this first, my Lady, and then we shall talk.”