Amused, Angelica savoured the dismay on Robert's face, his shock descending into rage barely held in check. "Of course, she is only partially turned, she wont be truly mine until sundown tomorrow. But, if you cooperate ..." Angelica drifted the sentence into silence; the chill air seemed to mist with possibilities. Robert controlled himself. "I thought you wanted me dead. Why this ... persuasion? What of your powers?" Her hand blurred; the talisman he clasped broke free, spun and impacted against the mortared stone. Angelica smouldered coldly. "Your father has courage but his insolence is too much,Rebecca." Her voice commanded obedience. "Pick up the cross."