From The Grey House:
Anthony’s eyes closed slowly as she spoke. He swayed a little but steadied when she asked her questions. “Yes. A lily. I must find one for you. But there are none as beautiful as you. I apologize-”
“Hush.” Natalia had heard this type of rambling before and had no desire to hear it again. Especially when she could hear something more interesting. Vincent had made her job a lot easier. Needing to ensure Anthony was under her control, she held out her hand. It was empty, but she mimed holding a glass. “Take my glass. I’m tired of holding it.”
