Rhydric stood still, chest rising and falling hard, his eyes locked on Azrael's motionless form.
"Damn it…" he whispered, voice hoarse.
His mind, heart, every single organs in his body was in total mess.
He dropped to one knee beside him, trembling hands hovering, not daring to touch.
The scent of blood and silver hung thick in the air.
Ian could heal him.
That was the only thing Rhydric clung to the only thread keeping him from losing his damn mind.
Eryx stumbled toward the door, his breath ragged, his legs shaking. He yanked it open. The only reason he hadn't lost his mind, despite the silver in his veins was because, the silver that touched him was little and bearable.
Theo and Ian stood there, frozen.
Their eyes landed on Azrael's body sprawled on the floor, head twisted at an angle that made their stomachs turn. The room was silent except for the harsh sound of breathing and the faint hum of power radiating from each and everyone of them.
