Raven eyes narrowed sharply. “What message? From who?” He picked himself up, suddenly seeming much older than I'd realised.
“It says it is the Angel,” Fiona replied. She didn't seem herself, somehow. A sharp gust of wind and she'd vanish, I thought.
“Who's Corvus?” I asked.
“He is” said Fiona.
“I was,” corrected Raven. “And that was long, long ago.”
“Not that long, not for the Angel” Fiona said.
A cold light seemed to dawn in Raven's eyes when he heard that. “Oh Raven,” he said, “You stupid, stupid old bird!”
