“Bryan.” Alaric turned to him, but the new man lifted the talisman still hanging around Mason"s neck.
“I"m just saying, don"t get too attached, Alaric. They like his kind even less than ours. He won"t live long enough to be of use to us.”
“Bryan, you can be an a*s, you know?” Alaric held up the water and tilted the cup, pouring the last drops into Mason"s mouth. “Don"t mind him. We"re going to be here a while and he"s not a closed-in places sort of guy.” His hand was gentle, ghosting over Mason"s face. “Just be strong.”
Mason swallowed and closed his eyes. Strong… He wasn"t even sure that was possible any more. The pain from the constant exposure to light was too much, his injuries more so. He figured by now Darvin was looking for him, but there was no telling how far he"d been dragged
