Is Roman Lionhart truly dying?
The thought, immense and terrifying in its implications, slipped past Klaus's mental defenses. It resonated with such force that it immediately drew the cold, ever-present attention of the ancient entity sharing his consciousness.
{ Are you asking me, or are you merely thinking, Boy? } Greed's voice was a low, cynical rasp, amused by the breach in Klaus's guarded mind.
'What do you think?' Klaus retorted mentally, offering nothing but defiance. He didn't need a lesson in self-control; he needed confirmation of his mother's dreadful suspicion.
{ Hmph. Is it even relevant for you to know? Don't you have a far more pressing problem to worry about?}
Greed referred, of course, to the coiled snake of Arkadius's consciousness that lay dormant, but always prepared to strike and reclaim the body Klaus inhabited.
