Page 137 of Obsidian and Frost
“You almost fucked all over what I was building with him. You almost fucked all over everything!”
“That wasn’t my intention. And did you really believe you could have built something of substance without revealing the truth of your condition?”
A burst of movement cut across my line of vision, and then Lazriel was right beside Sylas. “Shit, you’re hard to track when you teleport in a fury,” he breathed.
“Leave us,” Sylas said, not looking at him, his irate glare focused on me.
“Yeah, I can’t be doing that. Not when you’ve got that murderous glint in your eyes. Let’s take it down, okay?”
“You’re counseling me on reining in my anger?” Sylas asked with disbelief, his gaze briefly flicking to him.
I realized the brevity of it, him trying not to look too long at Lazriel, was because Lazriel did have the ability to impact him, to calm him—something he absolutely didn’t want at the moment.
No. He wanted to punish.
And, as with his vigilante work, he was determined not to stop until that objective was complete.
It was foolish in this case, given what I was.
How did he hope to achieve his goal in punishing the likes of me?
Somebody with my power could not—
His magic sparked, startling me.
"Mors omnes tangit,"he uttered.Death touches all.
I jolted as a searing pain tore across my chest, and I looked down to see my shirt ripped from pec to pec, blood oozing from a deep gash he’d just drawn.
I eyed him and saw his magic was that deep crimson mixed with a darker edge—high-level necromantic power at work. Certainly nothing to sneer at.
It took a lot to make me bleed.
So it was more than just a little bit shocking to me.
It stalled my reaction time, and then that searing pain ripped across my left cheek as he drew more blood.
“Sylas,” I hissed in warning.
A snarl sounded from Lazriel and I shot a look out at him to see his fangs dropping.
His eyes were flaming.
He scented the air deeply.
Me.
My Immortal blood.
Hades.
In the next moment, he was bursting toward me with a sudden, ravenous hunger.
I saw Sylas make a move to grab him, but it was too late.
It all happened so fast and before I knew it, Lazriel’s fangs were sinking into my flesh, his tongue lapping at my blood at the same time somehow.
He was frantic.
