Mael Valerius's figure had just disappeared into the horizon.
Suddenly, Corbin Crowley's steps faltered, his face turning deathly pale as he pitched forward.
Rhys Blackwood grabbed him by the back of his collar, his fingertips touching sticky blood. He frowned and said, "Why are you pushing yourself?"
Zeke Veridian tore open Corbin's bloodstained clothes; the wound was gaping and ragged, with white bone faintly visible.
Malachi Arcanus's brows knit so tightly they almost knotted together. "You fucking pierced right through the intercostal space, do you know that?"
"Luna..."
His voice was hoarse as he reached out toward the hem of her dress. Luna Sutton instinctively took a half step back.
This movement made Corbin's pupils contract sharply, and suddenly a mouthful of blood frothed from his throat.
