IMPORTANT: Please read WEEK 4 of this blog first (use the search) - this is a continuation of that piece. YOUNG BLOOD (part 2) "So, Robert, how DID you find me?" She winced, imperceptibly. He held the cross steady. It was silver, heavy, blessed by the Abbot himself. And would not be nearly enough. He rallied his faith. "It wasn't hard. That creature you sent to kill me couldn't help but gloat." "Out of the mouths of babes?" Again, the playful banter. "Dont play coy with me, Anjelica. We both know that a child was the last thing she was." A light breeze fluttered the curtains; they bulged, a form coalesced within the folds. Casually, the queen parted them. "You mean like this one."