Lucian was coming down like a b***h. He looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were red-rimmed; his skin looked pasty white. Adrenochrome withdrawals and silver-poisoning, not the greatest mix. Great, he thought to himself, full of self-loathing and hate, just great.
He was pissed off at the world, angry at Selina White, that diabolical woman, he hated her. What had he done? He was mad at himself for taking the drugs. Worst of all, he hated himself for betraying his mate, his true love, Angel. Just the thought of it made him sick. He only just made it to the toilet as he retched, emptying the contents of his stomach till there was nothing left.
He scratched at his dry throat, feeling like he wanted to tear it out.
Selina had visited him the last two nights, the first lot of drugs s
