Chapter 238: Worried Sick

"You have been away for a long time."

Serenica stared at the gilded ashtray.

"I have," she said. "You must know already that I am seeking your help. Again."

She was too drunk to elaborately explain herself. She was grateful that Pieta was a woman of few words.

"I'm at your service, doc."

"You know where my friends are? Spade? Myorka? The Dreamer?"

"I met them earlier. They, too, needed some information from me. I gave it to them." Pieta shifted her position in the gigantic armchair. "Might have caused someone to be killed. I don't care, honestly. But that's all I know. You will probably find them in these underground tunnels."

"Thank you, Pieta." Serenica hesitated. She felt herself pulled towards this woman, but she also wanted to talk with the prince. Pieta was interesting – it was a real pity that the healer did not have an opportunity to find out why the lady was what she was.