My heart thudded.
What the fuck is this?
Seeing his state—this wasn't something I could let go of, wait to resolve, or bring up with any more patience for.
I didn't even need to remove the contacts to know he had gone silver.
I pulled his arm and flipped him around; the plaster around my leg broke around my knee as I straddled him.
I wanted to see the state of his other arm, but Henry woke up from his strange trance.
Real terror was in his eyes as he moved, trying to push me off, trying to bring distance between us.
But I didn't let him.
Not caring why I could handle his violent outburst so easily, I suppressed him as if it were child's play as I tried to calm him down and tried to calm myself down as well.
I was worried as hell; seeing how he had 'coped' with my 'death' tore me apart.
I had grabbed his wrists, feeling the crystals moving under my skin, separating us, and growing thicker in an attempt to protect me from the darkness and from himself.
