“Home sweet home,” Malachi grins, helping her back against the wall. “I feel terrible.” She clutches her stomach as cramps roll through her intestines. She feels sated for now, but there is something wrong. She’s not healing. “The poison is spreading. It’s my fault. I tried to get back sooner but Lucien had me…occupied.” A disgusted snort comes from across the room. “Occupied? You skinned my friend alive.” Roseline jerks her head around. The movement causes her far less dizziness than it did before. She squints up at Enael, shocked to find the boy alive. “You died and you…” she turns to stare at Malachi. “Did you really skin his friend?” He winces, nodding. “It was my job. I did it. End of story.” “End of story?” Enael struggles to rise from the ground. He has been freed from the manacles. The sleeves of his robe have been torn away and used as a sling for his right arm. His left hangs at an odd angle but appears to be at least partially of use. “How can you speak so callously about Ordin’s death? It was the epitome of cruelty.”
