Page 32 of Rose and Shadows
Sorin collapsed into a heap, clutching frantically at his chest where blood now soaked through his turtleneck.
He looked out at me, our gazes connecting.
His eyes were wild, fear bleeding as uncontrollably as his wound.
“S…sister,” he uttered with that same derision as usual.
Irredeemable until the very end.
And itwasthe end within the next few moments as his eyes lost all focus and his body went still.
Lazriel turned his head slightly, indicating that he was listening intently.
“He’s dead,” he reported. “Another depraved madman bites the dust.”
I swallowed hard.
It was no small thing to try to reconcile.
Sorin Tenebris was finally gone.
He was—
“Go,” Cassius urged Lazriel. “Get her back to campus.”
“Cassius—” I started.
“Brandise Parker is still on Wraeven Academy grounds.”
“I don’t need to—”
“You do. Even without currently being able to feel you through the Soul Brand due to some sort of muting spell you’ve cast upon yourself, I can absolutely register that much.”
Crap.This was as close as I’d ever seen Cassius come to being pissed at me.
Lazriel grasped my hand. “Let’s go, love.”
All I could do was nod.
And then he was sweeping us up in a burst of vampire speed.
We hadn’t gotten far.
Just a few feet from the hidden entrance to the pocket dimension a wave of intense nausea had assaulted me, and Lazriel had needed to come to a jarring stop.
Then I’d been on my knees throwing up all over the ground.
It wasn’t the vampire speed—he’d carried me away with his speed several times before.
And I wasn’t sick or poisoned, nothing like that.
At least not physically.
I knew what it was.
It had happened before.
A trauma response.
