by Lucian Bane
“Is that what he told you?” Ruin asked between kissing her.
“Yes. He said one last judgement. Said I won’t see you until then.”
Pain thumped hard in the coordinates Caliber set and he groaned.
Isadore pushed him away, looking at him. “Why is your tattoo glowing white?”
Ruin looked down, confused. The pain slowly faded, replaced by a frigid dread. No. He shook his head, looking around, panic making him pace. “Where’s Scriber?”
“I thought he was with you. Ruin, what’s wrong?”
“Caliber!” Ruin roared, looking all around, grabbing his head before roaring again, “Caliber!”
She hurried to him, pressing her palms to his torso. “Ruin! What’s wrong?”
Ruin gasped, looking at her. “Nothing is wrong, Angel.” He grabbed her up in his arms again and kissed her with a hunger. “Nothing is fucking wrong.”
Ruin hugged Isadore tight to him, terror pumping through his veins until he couldn’t think and breathe. He needed to find Caliber. Or Scriber. This was a mistake, the coordinates couldn’t be right. No way would Caliber send him to execute Isadore. No way.
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