Zeke’s words stung. She would not have been able to hide it even if she had tried. The look on Zeke’s face was not the one of disappointment, or sadness, or betrayal.The look on his face was of pure hatred.
His words stung. The look on his face stung more. She looked away from his face, and went to stand in a corner. As she looked back up towards the bed after a few minutes, she saw Elijah laying in the bed with the lower part of his body covered with sheets. He had fallen asleep, probably from fatigue and pain.
Dylan poured the purple liquid down on his back and stepped away. It sizzled on his back for a second, and then started getting absorbed by his skin. A gasp of pain left Elijah’s mouth as the liquid slid into his wounds. Ally’s nails dug into her palm. She tried to control the fe
