Fiona watches as the
Angel preens with obvious mock surprise at Raven's question.
“The three of you?”
he says, “Why it was only you that I invited.”
“Invited? Yes,”
Raven spits in reply, “But I don't believe for a second that you're
not behind their presence here now.”
“I'm sure I don't
know what you mean,” the Angel smiles, “How ever would I manage
such a thing?”
“You've already
admitted to messing with her head,” Raven points at Fiona. “And
you've managed to get a claw into his parents' house.” He nods at
Robert. “The house where he was raised. Don't try to tell me
you've no influence over him.”
“Ah Corvus, you wily
old bird,” the Angel shrugs, “You've got me. You always could
see the hidden strings, couldn't you?”
