"Don't worry baby, it's nothing" replies Rovan with a wink and a grin that was not as charming as he should have been because of the crimson streaks running down his face. And his grin was a little weaker than usual, but that posion packed a hell of a kick.Then she looked at her lover standing before her, blood everywhere. "Rovan! You're injured!" Her eyes welled with tears but she would not cry, she was tougher than that. She came to him and looked for any obvious signs of injury. "It's the poison, isn't it?" she said grimly, her lips kept tight to keep from trembling.
Queenie said:Suddenly, she recalled the reason why she came. "Wait! I know what to do!" Her eyes quickly scanned the fighting for the pudgy priest, the one who had violated her and the one she craved stabbing that dagger into his own gut, "Get that key from around that b*$#ard's neck!" she called out to those engaging him.
"Rovan, stay here," she said forcefully then bounded away towards the fight. She looked around quickly for that curved dagger that wasn't almost her doom.