Alcohol & Economics - Something Dangerous - Part 16

“I never understood how you could take the deaths of Virtue and Wisdom so easily.” Raven confessed, pulling her thin coat tighter around her against the biting wind. Deceit shed her own fur coat and draped it around her cousin’s thin shoulders as they passed through yet another stone courtyard in the Peleş Palace grounds.

“There really wasn’t much to miss,” Deceit replied after a moment of silence. “It had gotten to the point where I was more used to coming home to an empty house rather than a home. They were always away on official Guardian business or pointless council summons. Merci hadn’t, but I was already to the point of addressing them by their proper names. That was months before the incident...”

“It always seemed as if they were home more often than that.”

“The fact still stands; they were home when I wasn’t, and then they were gone.”

“Merci doesn’t recall anything?”

“She’s suppressing it all, and I’d like to keep it that way Rav. You know how well that sort of thing goes over.”

“Of course,” Raven assured her mentor with a small smile. “Sometimes it’s better not to know.”