"Monsieur Rozenfae! Where are you?" Armand carried the woman into the drawing room and laid her on the armchair. She was trembling; when he put his fingers to her neck he could feel her pulse racing irregularly. Armand was no doctor, but he was certain that that was a very bad sign.
Where was Rozenfae? The man lingered like a bad smell most of the time, getting in Armand's way, and now that he actually needed him, he was nowhere to be seen. "Rozenfae!" he yelled again.
Where was Rozenfae? The man lingered like a bad smell most of the time, getting in Armand's way, and now that he actually needed him, he was nowhere to be seen. "Rozenfae!" he yelled again.
