Angel's POV
I looked up and Terrell was already crouching beside me, close, his eyes going immediately to my hand. I knew it was him because he still had his dinner clothes on. He must have been in the garden already before I came in.
"I don't…" My voice was thin. The pain was getting worse. "Something in the flowers. I was just… I tried to straighten a stem and something…"
He took my hand.
Carefully. Both of his wrapped around mine, and the contact sent a fresh wave of fire up my arm and I made an involuntary sound and felt his grip steady rather than withdraw.
He turned my hand toward the moonlight and looked at the marks.
His expression changed.
"Can you feel your fingers?"
I flexed them. Slowly, with effort. "Yes. They're… it burns."
"Do you feel any numbness in your arm?"
"No. Just… burning. It keeps…" Another pulse of it. My breath caught. "It keeps getting worse."
