Physical pain wasn’t foreign to him.
Adrian had been injured many times before; his body put through many types of torturous trauma in his line of work as a Knight in the Order of Sabaton. And most recently, he was knocking on death’s door, nearly bleeding out, having been gutted by demons with a cursed mallach bàis, which left behind mental wounds that he didn’t know if he would ever heal from.
Ya, that s**t hurt.
But this type of pain that milled in his chest now, that crippled his lungs, clenching his heart with its iced claws as it wrenched and ripped it apart, was far worse than any other he had felt before.
Struggling for breath, his fingers slipping down her cheek as if willing Ari to respond to his touch, he stared at her for endless seconds. Denial shielded him from the truth,
