Darcy held her breath waiting for some sort of reaction from him. A word, a look, or even a blink. Anything! When he finally spoke, she sighed and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Do I look like I'm joking, Demitri? I've been at St. Mungo's the whole morning with Bryn, you can ask her. And I have the tests results in my bag if you want to see them. I'd never joke about something so serious." How could he think that she was joking? She wasn't that twisted and cruel, for god's sake!