"Damn. Stavros is getting married?"
Helena's manservant gave a brief nod of assent.
"To a human woman?"
Andreas fought to suppress the grin that quirked the corner of his mouth. "Yes, Miss Sabrina. To a human woman."
"One born that way? Not someone Helena threw together from spare pieces she had down in the basement?"
"The Princess-to-be is quite a lovely young woman," Andreas assured Sabrina. Wisely he chose to ignore her dig at his mistress.
"That just makes me wonder all the more what is wrong with her." Sabrina DeLane shook her head and frowned at Helena's personal servant. "Maybe I should come. Then I could put to use all this medical knowledge the family paid for."
"I don't understand..."
"Well," Sabrina laughed sardonically, "I could see for myself just what drugs Stavros has used on this poor woman to get her to marry him."
"So I may report to your brother the Prince that you will be in attendance?"
Sabrina's eyes widened. "Oh, don't you worry!" she exclaimed. "I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China. I will definitely be there somehow."
Andreas withdrew a sheaf of papers from his leather pouch. "If you are concerned about your schedule, Prince Stavros has taken the liberty of reassigning all your surgical responsibilities for the next two weeks."
"How did he-"
"He is the Prince," Andreas said simply, "and General Hospital is reliant upon his good graces and generous purse."
It seemed that after years of being 'dead, Stavros had stepped back into the world of the living without missing a beat. For Sabrina, it was a frightening thought.
