Caspian's POV
David's breathing was getting worse.It got shorter by the seconds.Shallow.Like every inhale cost him more than he could afford.
The bleeding had increased threefold, and he shook his head side to side, muttering something, almost half conscious.
I leaned in slightly, trying to catch what the hell he was mumbling.
"…it's starting again…" he whispered, voice barely there.
I frowned. "What?"
His lips moved again, slower this time.
"…they are coming… for more blood…"
My grip tightened slightly on his shoulder.
The fuck did that even mean?
"Alright," I muttered, leaning closer, bringing my ear near his mouth. "Talk properly—"
His hand shot up suddenly.Too fast even for my reflexes.His grip was stronger than it should've been.
He grabbed my collar like he was holding on to the last damn thread keeping him conscious.
"That old bastard…" he rasped, teeth gritting. "That bloody… hypocrite…"
