Chapter 8: Keep out of my HeadArchangelo lounged in an ornate armchair, one leg draped carelessly over the upholstered arm. Alberich Bran sat in a chair opposite him, his body language indicating his extreme displeasure. He held himself rigidly, his body like a fragile statue which could shatter at any minute.
“She'll be mine now,” Archangelo announced, smiling coldly. “I've killed the dog and the leech who kept her from me. I am fully recovered.”
“Archangelo, when will you give up this outrageous obsession?” Alberich Bran templed his fingertips against his forehead, as though suffering a severe headache.
Archangelo leapt from the chair, his eyes blazing with fury. “She is mine!” he screamed. “When will YOU learn to accept that? She was always meant to be mine!”
Bran stared up into Arc
