“Why, who?” Lena choked out, anger and sorrow battling within her.
“The Black Blood….,” he struggled to explain, his eyes flickering with urgency. “You have to go… warn Marcus. They have planned something.”
“No.” Lena shook her head, refusing to accept that he might not make it.
“I won’t leave you.”
“You…,” he said, his voice gaining strength, his lips cracked.
Lena felt a surge of defiance rise within her. “I’m not letting you die here. And my name is not ‘you’ it's Lena.”
“Lena.” He grabbed her wrist, his grip surprisingly firm.
“You have to promise me. If I don’t survive this… you must warn Marcus.”
At the mention of his name, Nyx revealed herself. Light blue and green colors shimmered in Lena’s eyes.
She saw Anton’s eyes widen with confusion before a weak smile appeared.
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