"I wish," Damien muttered as he stepped inside. He looked unusually rumpled tonight. "Turns out we need you now more than ever."
Morvakar turned then, eyebrows raised. "Well," he said, reaching for a mug with one hand, "it is nice to be needed. How's the princess? And the baby?"
Damien offered a weak smirk. "Actually… that's why I'm here. We have a problem."
"Of course you do." Morvakar plopped into his chair, steam from his mug curling in the air. "Every time you show up, it's with a crisis. What is it this time?"
Damien's face hardened. "The baby... it's killing her."
The mug slipped from his hand, hitting the side stool with a loud clack, its contents splashing.
"How?" he asked, eyes burning with urgency.
"It's feeding on her blood," Damien said.
"Then give her blood!" Morvakar snapped. "I mean, it is simple, isn't it?"
