Dragging himself into the library and leaning against a bookshelf Alexander winces as he pulls the bloodied cloth away. A distinct smell of ammonia seeping from the darkened wound, grunting he moans "That.... That... WHORE!!".
Alone he take the time to reflect, Jefferson... Sandro... DEAD!? Bringing his knees to his chest he closes his eyes and sighs heavily as a single tear runs down his face, falling from the end of his nose. "I will avenge you.... Brother.", now opening, his eyes burning with revenge he gets to his feet, pulling the cloth back over the cut. "If I cannot defeat you physically. I will destroy you mentally" he spoke as he pulls up a chair and uses the quill and ink well that lays vacant on the table and scrawls on the table in big letters.
Smiling lightly he whispers "And eight become seven"Alexander wrote:Vanessa carries Mandrels child.