Her body was a statue of ice but her eyes were rivers of flowing tears.
They streamed down her face a desperate silent plea. Don't come out Adam. Run. Get away from here. The message was as clear as any shouted warning. It was a language spoken in the currency of pure undiluted terror.
Adam saw her tears. He understood their meaning. He had tried so hard to keep her out of this to protect her from the darkness that clung to him like a second skin. But he had failed. He had brought the reapers to her doorstep.
And now they were using her as a shield using her life as a bargaining chip for his own. He finally accepted the crushing weight of his defeat. He couldn't run. He couldn't hide. He couldn't let them kill her because of him.
