My breath caught as he crowded me. For a split second, I thought he was back to himself, that he recognized me, and for ready to beat the hell out of me.
But his eyes were still distant and glassy.
“Your blood s-smells… amazing,” he growled, leaning in. Sniff, sniff. “I almost want to t-take a d-d-deep breath and fi-fill my lungs with it.”
My stomach flipped. “Why do you not?”
“Cannot. H-he will hear it.”
My throat went dry. “Who?” I already knew.
“M-Magnus. Hurts my m-mama.”
I closed my eyes. “I am sorry.”
“Nobody c-cares.”
“I am really sorry, Revandrel.”
“Why? It is not y-your fault. You are not B-Baevera Eldareth.” He licked the skin of my neck. “She never ca-cared about the s-screams.”
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.”
“S-she is evil i-incarnate.”
