Chapitre 133: Who am I? (part 1)

"I am sorry," Russell's voice was rusty and the words broke as he spoke.

His eyes were red, the same as his glistening skin. His lips had become blue and dry. Darcy touched his forehead. He was burning. She stood up, rushed to the door, and threw it open. Servants were already waiting outside.

"I need the physician," she said.

Without a word, one of the male servants hurried away. Darcy returned to Russell who kept reaching out with his hand. She took his hand, crouching beside his bed. His hold was shaking as he drew his hand closer. "Yo-your... sis-sister..."

She listened with a frown. "Ravina?"

He nodded. "She... will... take care of...you. Find..." he grimaced in pain as he tried to get up while speaking.

Darcy pushed him down. "Don't move. You need to rest."

He fell back with a groan. "Corinnah..." he breathed. He seemed desperate to tell her something.

"You will be fine, and then we will talk," she assured him.