Valentius still held Albert in his arms even after the blonde had run out of mana to keep the barrier going.
Marek had to restrain his mana. He had to force himself to be calmer.
Why were those two so close to one another? Why couldn't they simply go their separate ways?
He walked towards them. His tempo measured. His red eyes shone in the dim light.
The sun had set two hours ago. Marek had to stay and keep Freydis contained for two hours.
Two hours of worrying if Valentius would do the stupid thing and let himself be killed.
Two hours of feeling the heartbeat of two boys who didn't care about him.
"How is he?" Marek asked, looking at the blonde who was sleeping peacefully.
"How do you think?" Valentius patted the spot next to him.
"You can't save him if you aren't willing to work with me, my love."
Marek knew Valentius had developed something for him during their stay in the time rune.
He was Nightshade's greatest supporter. The only one who was willing to face Wrath.
