The Raven(115)
Raven wondered if anyone else had noticed the changes.
“Hello, Bruno.” She greeted him with a cheerful wave.
He nodded at her. “Good afternoon.”
Raven’s smile faltered.
“It’s me. It’s Raven.”
Bruno examined her face for a moment and then his gaze dropped to her cane. “Of course. You live next to my grandmother. How are you?”
“I’m well, thank you.” She gestured at his hospital bed. “How are you?”
“Ready to go home.” He grimaced. “They say I’ve made a miraculous recovery, but I’m still in a hurry to get out of here.”
Raven swallowed thickly. “I heard about your accident. I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks, it was nice of you to come by. Have you seen my grandmother lately?”
“I saw her yesterday. I’ve been trying to check in on her more frequently.”
“Thank you.”
Bruno fell silent, as if he were waiting for something.
It took a moment for Raven to realize he was waiting for her to say something.
She flushed. He didn’t remember her. He didn’t look at her with longing or ask her about herself or any of the other dozen special things he’d done during their one special evening. Sadness crept over her.
Raven forced herself to remain cheerful.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. I saw your mother in the hall. Should I send her in?”
“Please. Thanks for visiting me.” Bruno flashed her a muted smile, which she returned.
“No problem. Good-bye, Bruno.”
Raven walked awkwardly from the room, leaning heavily on her cane.
When she saw Graziella in the hall, she said, “He wants to see you.”
“But you should stay longer. Come with me.” Graziella moved to take her hand but Raven shook her head.
“I’m sorry. I have plans for dinner. But I’m glad he’s all right and he’s coming home.”
“Thank you.” Graziella kissed her cheeks again before waving goodbye.
Raven nodded at Marco and they walked to the elevator. But she didn’t shed a tear until she was alone.
Chapter Forty-two
“As you can see by looking at the body, the hunters are using larger arrows, presumably shot from a crossbow.” Stefan, the vampyre physician, pointed to the gaping wound that exposed the corpse’s heart.
The Consilium members murmured in response, standing around the autopsy table.
“The cause of death?” The Prince addressed Stefan.
He held up the arrow and pointed to the barbed metal head.
“The arrow is armed with a capsule containing a powerful cardiac toxin. The capsule breaks on impact, releasing the toxin. The combination of trauma and toxin causes the heart to fail.
“Without the circulation of blood, the vampyre is weakened and potentially immobilized. I’ve identified the toxin but sent a sample to a lab in Switzerland for confirmation.”
The Prince looked grim. “Other weapons?”
“Judging from the scene where the body was found, they used holy water and salt.”
Aoibhe cursed loudly. “Have they no imagination?”
The Prince silenced Aoibhe with a look.
He turned his attention back to Stefan. “How do we combat the arrows?”
The physician appeared thoughtful for a moment.
“We could issue vests or breastplates. Armor would restrict movement, which would be detrimental in flight. There are newer materials used by various human militaries. We could test them to see how they might hold up.”
The Prince pointed his gaze at Lorenzo. “Can you source those materials?”
He bowed. “Of course, my lord. But it will take time.”
“We haven’t got time. Get whatever you can immediately and coordinate testing with Niccolò.” The Prince nodded in his direction. “If the tests prove successful, we’ll outfit the entire principality, but each citizen must bear the cost.”
“What about the toxin?” Pierre glanced anxiously from the corpse to the physician.
Stefan stroked his chin. “I’ve identified it as doxorubicin. It’s a drug humans use to combat cancer.”
“Is there an antidote?” the Prince asked.
“Humans would take digitalis drugs to thin the blood and bolster the heart. We’ve never tested them on our kind because we haven’t had the need. We’re impervious to human toxins.”
“Or thought we were,” muttered Aoibhe.
The Prince glared at Aoibhe before directing his attention back to the doctor. “What’s your scientific opinion, then?”
Stefan shook his head. “An arrow isn’t enough to fell one of us unless it ripped the heart to pieces. That isn’t what happened to Matthias.