Page 48 of Amethyst and Iron
When word reached him that he’d failed—yet again—he’d be furious. And a madman in fury?Holy hell.
I forced myself out of the Restoration Chamber, noting that there were no Healers gliding around. Maybe I’d woken up during a shift change?
I managed to wrap the sheet around me, tucking it around my chest like a towel, then I carefully put one foot in front of the other.
Lightheadedness swam.
My legs shook.
My hands were even trembling.
And the exhaustion plaguing me was a real bitch of a thing.
I stumbled and slapped my hand to the nearest surface.
Another Restoration Chamber.
One that was closed, unlike the others lining the same wall.
It meant somebody was inside.
Hurt and being healed.
I started when I saw exactly who it was.
“Oh my God,” I rasped. “Sylas.”
He was unconscious on his back, his arms down by his sides. So still. So un-Sylas like. His face was gaunt and pale, just like the rest of him. Even his spiky brown hair with the red streaks was flattened and out of its usual striking shape.
And worst of all were the gray tints to his skin. Marks of desiccation.
It plagued his left thigh, his right side, his abs, even his throat.
I took in the six tubes sinking into his body—three from either side—and saw that familiar milky liquid with the crimson flecks in it.
His serum.
It was being pumped into his body, yet he was still desiccated in places.
I pressed my palm to the special glass, emotion catching in my throat, my words coming out strained, “I’m so sorry.”
A rush of familiar power startled me and I turned to see somebody I very much wanted to see bursting in like an angel of vengeance, almost ripping the doors off their hinges in the process.
“Little shadow,” he breathed.
I smiled. “Cassius.”
There he was, his wavy blond hair brushing his shoulders, those stunning gold eyes fixing on me instantly with so much adoration.
He was dressed down, really casually, especially for him, in a fitted black crewneck t-shirt, and a pair of charcoal jeans, polished boots on his feet.
He looked… worn down.
Not physically, because that wasn’t possible for him given his Celestial heritage, unless he was severely injured.
Like he had been that night.
Because of me.
