There was a soft glow around Ezekiel. It made him look ethereal, almost unreal—a man made of light and shadow, caught between worlds. His hands were shaking now, his fingers pressed to Damian's temples, his eyes screwed shut, his lips moving in words no one could hear.He lost his balance.His body tipped forward, his weight shifting, his hands slipping. He would have fallen—would have collapsed onto Damian's chest—but a hand caught him. Tight. Firm. Held him in place.Lucian.Ezekiel did not glance at him. Did not acknowledge him. Did not pause.He continued.Sweat soaked through his robes, the thin fabric clinging to his body, hiding nothing. His breath was uneven, ragged, like he had been running for miles. His face was pale, his lips nearly blue, his hands trembling."No," he gasped. "I'm almost there. Almost done."Lucian's grip tightened. He did not pull Ezekiel away. He held him steady.The glow flickered. Dimmed. Brightened.Ezekiel's head lolled to the side. His eyes were ope
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