When I finally regain consciousness, my arms are being held behind my back. As my mind slowly comes back to reality, I instinctively try to free myself from the grasp. But it's no use. I look over my shoulder to see who’s restraining me, and my throat closes up when I recognize the horrified face.
It’s Lucas.
I could fight against anyone else… I could definitely take down a human. Several humans. But not him. There’s something different about his power. His strength.
I squirm uncomfortably and look back around the room. Angelo is pressed against the wall, clutching the scraps of a dress against his chest and shaking like a leaf. His face is pure white with terror. The sight makes me want to vomit. I never wanted to frighten him, I never wanted to hurt him. And now the only human I’ve e
