Zevran.
The room was cold as fuck and quiet, which was a stark contrast to raging storm happening inside of me and the fear gnawing in my bones, reminding me of the danger that now loomed over us all like a dark cloud of smoke.
My fingers slightly brushed against Leilani's hair, and as soon as my skin made contact with her strands, I stopped.
Why?
Because they were not the usual silk strands I knew. They were coarse and rough and so brittle, I feared they would fall off by just touching it.
But it wasn't just her hair that scared me the most. It was her pale blue skin. It was the fact that another day had gone past and she's still not getting better. It was the fact that she was breathing so slowly, so heavily, I could swear that her chest wasn't falling and rising anymore at this point.
—And it was the fact that even until now, no one knows what had been injected into her by the strange woman that Kael had spent most of the day describing to investigators and even the police.
