She turned to Oliver again. "Can you hear me? Blink if you can," she said. Oliver could hardly formulate her instruction. He merely looked at her, as though she was the most interesting thing in the world, and in truth, she likely was. The world beyond death, and such an intensely beautiful woman, they hung together, in the strangest canvas a man could ever know.
He noted her golden eyes, the same colour as her hair. A lion's brown. A lion's will. He could feel it through her touch, as she gripped his hand. She had an incredible strength to her. It almost frightened him. He'd thought that his will was what had gotten him to where he was. Where who was? He almost recalled his name. He almost collected his consciousness entirely.
"Terrible, it's terrible Lancelot…" Asabel said. "If we were back in my rooms, I might have done something for him… But even then, I don't know what poison they used."
