Chapter 142: The Nightmare
While holding Caelum in her arms, Lethia stared at her trembling hands, drenched in his blood. Her breath hitched when her eyes met the silver dagger embedded in him. And the bitter stung harder because the one who did it was the only person she trusted.
She could feel Caelum’s body growing heavier against her, a sign his strength was slipping away. They both collapsed to the floor, and Lethia scrambled to cradle him in a sideways position, desperate not to let the silver blade push in deeper.
"Cael... what..." Her voice broke off as blood burst from his mouth.
"No... No... Caelum!" she screamed in panic, her entire body breaking out in chills as his warm blood stained her chilly hands.
"Help... doctor... no..." she rambled, wide eyes darting to the three bodyguards engaged in a brutal fight with Terressa.
The woman was growling, eyes glowing red, body jerking with unnatural convulsions as if some mystic force had taken over her. She struck with impossible strength, pummeling the guards like a wild creature.
Lethia fumbled through her own pockets, then Caelum’s, searching for a phone but found nothing.
Caelum kept coughing blood, his eyes squeezed shut, and with every shuddering breath, Lethia felt her heart sink deeper into a terror she’d never known before.
"No, Caelum... Oh God, why... what should I..." Her voice cracked with a sob, like the air itself refused to enter her lungs every time Caelum coughed up more blood.
She couldn’t rely on the bodyguards before her. And the other three were nowhere in sight. There was no one. No one to carry Caelum out. No one to help.
"Cael... wait here, I... I’ll get my phone. I’ll call for help—"