Cara lightly nuzzled her face into his shoulder and bit her lip as he coughed. She really wished that he'd take better care of himself. She remembered days where she'd see him and he practically looked like death. Her eyes briefly drifted to the young woman that was accompanying them, wondering who she was or how Alek knew her.

Sabine wasn't happy about how this situation was being handled, the fact that the girl was glamoured and controlled by her even less. She could feel Alek's eyes on her but effectively ignored him, flipping to a new page in her magazine and looking up as the jet began its descent, buckling up. Once on the ground, Sabine was the first one to set foot into the cool Romanian night air her eyes snapping to where the council had sent two cars and a driver.

"You'll be taken to the studio for the night and then to the estates in the morning Count Dracul," Sabine said. "I already sent for your physician, he should already be there waiting for you."