A faint frown creased Rav's face as he turned his head toward her. "What's wrong with him?" he asked, his voice calm, unwilling to risk stepping closer to see for himself for the sake of his own peace of mind, not truly believing anything concerning could be wrong with Angel.
"Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to come here and see for yourself?" Evenly demanded, her voice sharp with urgency as her worry grew over the baby's shaking little body in her arms.
She knew he did not like children, and she did not mind if he acted the part of a pretend father or not, for she did not need him. But still, he would not have his life, nor would she, if anything were to happen to the vampire Duke's son right under their watch.
