"Get up, Leo," Damon ordered softly. "Your shift is over."
Leo placed his hands flat on the carpet, taking a deep, shuddering breath. He pushed his weight back, attempting to transition from his knees to his feet.
His muscles, locked in the same rigid, agonizing position for over four hours, immediately betrayed him.
His left leg gave out entirely. A sharp, searing cramp shot up his calf, radiating into his thigh. Leo let out a sharp gasp, pitching forward as his center of gravity collapsed.
He didn't hit the floor.
Damon moved with the speed of a striking snake. His large hands caught Leo by the upper arms, hauling him up against his chest before the boy could fall.
"I've got you," Damon grunted.
Leo slumped against him, burying his face in the crook of Damon's neck. His entire body was trembling. The adrenaline that had kept him focused and obedient was crashing, leaving behind nothing but burning physical exhaustion.
