05-06-2016, 11:07 AM
Dorian stood up and grabbed the wine glass that was nearly empty from the table and walked towards the stairs. "Follow me."
Dorian knew that danger followed him up the stairs. This was a dangerous game, but Cruz was worth every risk he was taking in these moments.
Dorian was glad Ana was gone. Though he would have preferred Christian's discretion when it came this his family but that was something he'd learned to deal with long ago. Christian was not here to serve him, he knew that.
The stairs felt like they were a long journey, it wasn't but Dorian felt tired. More tired than he'd been since Cruz was born and keeping them awake at all hours of the night. That seemed so far away and yet Dorian could remember it like it was yesterday.
Dorian walked silently through the halls of the second floor and turned the door knob of Cruz's room. He stepped inside and found his son where he'd left him - lying covered neck deep in as many extra blankets as Pavlo could find, but when Dorian sat down next to his son and touched his forehead he was burning up. Cruz was muttering incoherently in his sleep, it was better than the screaming when he was awake, but not by much.
Dorian looked at Ivan. "This is my son, Cruz. I'm sure you recognize the symptoms."
Dorian didn't wait for an answer as he turned his attention back to his son. He pushed the hair out of his son's face and could do nothing more than stare at the pale face of his son. "Some of you survive. I just need to know how. I will give you whatever information I can provide you as long as you keep my identity secret. It is life or death."
Dorian looked up at Ivan. "And not just mine or my families but yours and your family and anyone who might possibly conceive a child like this in your blood line."
Dorian knew that danger followed him up the stairs. This was a dangerous game, but Cruz was worth every risk he was taking in these moments.
Dorian was glad Ana was gone. Though he would have preferred Christian's discretion when it came this his family but that was something he'd learned to deal with long ago. Christian was not here to serve him, he knew that.
The stairs felt like they were a long journey, it wasn't but Dorian felt tired. More tired than he'd been since Cruz was born and keeping them awake at all hours of the night. That seemed so far away and yet Dorian could remember it like it was yesterday.
Dorian walked silently through the halls of the second floor and turned the door knob of Cruz's room. He stepped inside and found his son where he'd left him - lying covered neck deep in as many extra blankets as Pavlo could find, but when Dorian sat down next to his son and touched his forehead he was burning up. Cruz was muttering incoherently in his sleep, it was better than the screaming when he was awake, but not by much.
Dorian looked at Ivan. "This is my son, Cruz. I'm sure you recognize the symptoms."
Dorian didn't wait for an answer as he turned his attention back to his son. He pushed the hair out of his son's face and could do nothing more than stare at the pale face of his son. "Some of you survive. I just need to know how. I will give you whatever information I can provide you as long as you keep my identity secret. It is life or death."
Dorian looked up at Ivan. "And not just mine or my families but yours and your family and anyone who might possibly conceive a child like this in your blood line."