Lexie hurried to Ciel's side, attempting to reposition his small frame while Isiah rested his head against his thigh.
The child remained utterly unconscious. Seeing the raw, desperate terror in Isiah's eyes as he begged her to heal the boy sent a cold shiver racing down her spine.
Never, even in her most absurd fantasies, had she imagined Isiah Duncan lowering himself to plead for her assistance.
She resolved to exert every ounce of her strength, yet the terrifying realization that failure meant immediate execution caused her hands to tremble violently as she channeled her divine aura into his chest.
Noticing her trembling hesitation, Isiah reached out, clamping his fingers tightly around her chin and pulling her face close to his. Lexie gasped, her vision filled with his cold, unblinking glare. The lethal malice swirling within his eyes was sickening.
Isiah pressed his fingertips hard into her jaw, his voice dark and venomous. "If he dies, I will tear you apart."
