A pained roar left Dion as Deanne walked away. Lilith was poisoned even after all his attempts to avoid touching her. From the pain he suffered currently he knew just how potent the poison was. He might have been able to endure this long but the Fae might not. Who knew when her body would give up on her?
His mind raced with so many possibilities and of the worst kind. If she was here at least he would know how much the poison affected her.
"We can't stay here any longer." Malcom said. Well no freaking s**t Sherlock, way to state the obvious. "Why don't we accept her help and see how it goes? We don't have much of a choice at this point."
"Have you forgotten she's partly the reason we're in this mess?!" Dion roared. "There's no way I'm taking help from that b***h!" His breaths came out
