"Focus on me." I had little choice but to obey the stern command. Through the hysteria tightening my guts, I held his gaze. It did nothing to calm me. He looked - it was a look I never dreamt to see on the Prince of Damnation's face. I did not think he had the capacity to be worried about anyone. I painted him as too selfish, too cold and mean to care for anyone. He did not look worried at my plight. He was alarmed, seeming to have lost the ability to breathe.
I could only hold his gaze for so long before I went back to writhing in pain, his command forgotten. It was only a piece of glass yet it felt like a poisoned arrow. I would not be overly dramatic if I said it felt like a poisoned arrow stabbing into my side. This thing had been in me for close to an hour. I did not feel it then bu
