Lucien instantly scooted back.
After all, life came first!
Even in this dangerous moment, he just couldn't shake his habit of cursing, and a low curse slipped out past his pale lips.
"Fuck me—"
It was at that moment that a cold hand shot out and seized his retracted hand.
Lucien's earlier commanding, loud voice trembled, turning into a whisper as Zephyr, who had kept his head bowed all this time, finally looked up, his gray eyes gleaming like molten silver, staring straight at him.
"I messed up..."
Zephyr had finally gained a semblance of consciousness after feeling that familiar, soothing energy enter his body. But when he felt the fear in Lucien's trembling voice, he lowered his eyelashes. His body was in immense pain, his head pounding—yet he still retracted all the power that had been trying to invade Lucien's body in search of relief when he realized it was hurting him.
