I can’t protect him. And with any bad luck, I can’t protect the other one either. That is the main lesson from last night.

The evening started out pleasently enough. A lot of people appeared who shouldn’t have showed up, seeing as they never had the manners on them to actually announce their presence. Including the esteemed seneshall of Kassel. Such a shame.

At the beginning things went smoothely enough. Later on though Alyster screwed up. And pretty much everybody else. Me? I stand to my decision.

But whatever the reason, the ancillae are upset. Which is bad. Is always bad. And what Bruni said… Good lord. I now know where I stand in his eyes. The kind of value he expects me to have. I also realize just what value that attributes to some of the others. Try as I might, I cannot safe him. Not anymore. For the other there is still hope… It tears me apart to even think of it. Bloody hell, I can’t even put down names anymore…

Shepherd accepted. The prince will have her usual reports. If she has a mind to read them I will answer to her for what I did. Don’t think there’s much she can do.

Need to see Dee. Won’t be admitted in tonight though. Tomorrow then… Damn fool. If only I had my mind back for myself again…

Nate opened the door to the living room with such a rage that it hit the wall hard, resulting in a loud bang that, for a change, did not make him flinch. “Where is she?!”
Without giving away that he himself had been severely hurt last night Gregory Stevens gave the indication of a bow and answered in his usual polite voice. “In hospital, Lord Elyot.”
“How the hell did she end up there?” There was not the faintest sign of comprehension. The man who used to remember every detail of his life had been prone to forget details as of late. His mind would not focus on them the way it used to. Now thinking of them took effort. A form of effort he could hardly put up anymore.
It was a shameful sight that made the older, still living man want to weep. But he never did. “I am afraid that your most recent encounter with her did not quite go the way anyone had planned.” Die andere Hälfte der Erklärung kostete Überwindung und resultierte so in einem kurzen Stocken. “You almost drained her, sir. The doctors are very confident that she will be better soon, but for now she is in the intensive are unit. Should there be no complications she will be moved tomorrow.”
Still no sign that the younger man understood. His mind was trying frantically to dig up the memories that would have explained this. And failed. “No, that can’t be.” And while the ghoul just stared back at him, waiting for realisation to sink in, another crack appeared. The Toreador shook his head, started pacing the room up and down, trying to blink back red tears.
Silently Greg stepped to the table and picked up the remote control. He pushed a button and the sound of ocean waves against the shore filled the room. Cautiously he approached his master, offering the remote control.
His master would not accept the device. Instead he just snarled, stared at him blankly and remained trapped.