She Is The Luna
Its sharp edge seemingly dipped in blood - my blood.
I turned my head back to Brion whose caramel eyes turned just a shade brighter, staring at my wound.
“Brion?” I waved my uninjured hand across his expressionless face, only for him to grab the other and pull me against him.
“You need to get out,” he scowled, not looking at me but at my bleeding hand. What is wrong with him?
“Are you okay?” I asked, starting to feel concern. Something must have triggered him because his eyes are glowing brighter and brighter, almost glowing amber.