"What the fuck," Angelus exhaled, fingers shaking ever so slightly. He couldn't tell if it was caused by his alarm or his anger. Or both. Poisoned? His grandfather... poisoned Nikolai? And now...
No. Angelus had struggled to keep his youngest brother alive once before, and now that old, wrinkly prick was forcing him to do it again?
"We have to get to him," Angelus prompted, slamming his hands on the tabletop, and scraping his chair back to stand. "We need to-"
"Angelus, calm yourself!" Diego hissed, gesturing for him to lower his voice. "I understand that this letter is... disconcerting, but we must think."
"About what? Isn't the point of our travels to meet with him, alive?" The younger priest demanded. "If Nikolai has been poisoned by a substance that even Praefectus Vitale cannot discern, then don't you think it's only proper for a physician to go and help, Diego?"
The old man reached out to clasp one of Angelus' wrists, standing, himself, to meet their gazes.
