The Alpha's Only Weakness
Instinctively, I held my breath, waiting to see if he was about to disappear.
“What do you want, Light-Bringer?” He asked, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“I want you to heal him,” I demanded, before quickly changing my answer. “Or let me heal him… If you’re too tired.”
He let out a cold, dark laugh that filled the room, and my eyes widened, shooting back over to Lucien to make sure he didn’t wake up from the sound. But he didn’t move, and his breathing hadn’t changed.
“I am not too tired.” Death corrected. “I am busy. I have more things to worry about than your precious mortal having a scratch.”