Nightmare II
"Go to hell," the man spat at him, and Orion's hands were closing around his throat on instinct, uncaring of the commotion erupting around them, choking the life out of him as he felt his strength draining fast, faster than it should have from a stab wound.
Liam and Rook came sprinting toward him from opposite sides of the ring. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his eyes growing hazy and unfocused. The wound wasn't healing the way it should have. Wasn't healing at all.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Roland had been quietly watching Aurora, who looked a little guilty still but noticeably different from how she'd been a week ago. Livelier. More like herself again, with color back in her cheeks. Roland felt relief at that, grateful not to watch her friend crumble into that
