Lyric
“What the hell do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said, Thane.” Leviathan snaps at my mate. “I can’t bring your brother out of this. No one can because he doesn’t want to wake up!”
Leviathan has been trying for the past ten minutes to help Tristan wake up. But nothing has happened. Leviathan pressed his hands to Tristan’s head, closed his eyes, and chanted in a language I didn’t understand. I held my breath, hoping and praying whatever Leviathan was doing would work. But it didn’t work, and now everyone is even more disheartened.
“Nothing is going to work. Is it?” Brody asks sadly.
Xale clasps Brody’s shoulder and shakes his head. Brody’s shoulders sag in defeat. He does want Tristan; he just didn’t realize it until now. Brody doesn’t deserve any sympathy for being a jerk to Tristan.
