Burke was pacing outside the walls of the cemetery, worried sick about what was happening inside. He’d heard shouts and recognized some as Reynaud’s. If he’d been able to, he would have been there with them, despite Reynaud’s order to stay where he was.
“Please, please,” he prayed yet again, “let Rey and Antoine be victorious.”
“Did you doubt that we would be?” Antoine asked sardonically as he suddenly appeared in front of Burke, scaring the hell out of him. What frightened him even more was the fact he was holding Reynaud, who was as pale as a ghost, lines of pain deeply etched on his face.
“What happened to him?” Burke asked fearfully.
“Silver happened,” Reynaud managed to say before Antoine could reply. “The bastard had a thick silver chain as his primary weapon.”
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