“How long?” I whisper. The DeLune picks up on the fury in my voice as the others go quiet. “Darling—” “Don’t darling me right now. How long do you have left?” He hesitates. “I’m not certain.” “But you’ve known about this.” “Yes. It’s an inevitable side effect of my—” “Were you ever going to tell me?” I demand roughly, crouching to yank Pierce out of the corpse. I angrily clean it on one of Parker’s sleeves, trying to ignore the sting in my eyes. Crypt is dying, and he wasn’t going to fucking say anything.
