NOVA
“Uriel!"
The word tears out of me, my lungs straining as I sprint towards him. His feet are thrashing, his hands clawing uselessly at his throat. There's no rope, no hand, nothing holding him up.
"s**t, s**t, s**t—" My fingers wrap around his arm, trying to pull him down. The second my skin brushes against the sigil, fire shoots up my palm. The burn is so painful that I nearly yank my hand away, but I don't. I can't.
"Uriel, breathe! Come on, don't you dare—"
The glow intensifies, crawling under his skin, and his veins light up like molten cracks. My vision blurs.
"Little mouse, step back."
I look up at the sound of a strained, hoarse voice.
I spin, and there he is. Rhydar. My stubborn mate. He's staggering down the corridor, his face pale. He shouldn't be walking around.
"Rh
