Chapter 94 Terrified

• The scent of blood still lingers on Alaric’s hands. He hasn't said a word since I guided him to take a seat, meanwhile Cedric has relayed to us how they arrived to find Rhett being lifted, barely breathing, onto a stretcher and wheeled away.
• The flickering lights of the tower hall paints his jaw in sharp shadows, and when I step toward him, a heaviness settles in my chest, like my lungs are learning how to breathe around grief.
• His eyes, those haunted, piercing eyes meet mine.