"You dare not leave me!"«
Aria's scream sliced through the anarchy as Luca dropped to the ground, his body stiff with agony. Blood flowed from the gaping wound across his chest, his grey eyes fluttered as he battled consciousness.
Kael bent next to him, his golden eyes wide with unusual anxiety. His voice low and frantic, he whispered, "He's losing too much blood." "We have to move him right now."
Tears flowing down her cheeks, Aria answered forcefully, "No." "He is nowhere till we stop the bleeding."
The relationship pulsed weakly, its energy quivering as if reflecting Luca's growing frailty.
From his shirt, Kael ripped a piece of cloth and firmly pressed it up to the cut. "He needs a healer," he said, looking at Aria. And quickly.
Aria nodded and laid her hands over Luca's cut, shivering. The necklace flashed weakly, its light wavering as she poured every last bit of vitality she could into the link.
Her voice shaking, she said, "Stay with me, Luca." "Please," says.
