Danyael’s clothes, splattered with the blood and flesh fragments of the creature that had torn itself apart in front of him. The stench of death lingered on him. “Danyael, I’m going to get your clothes off, all right?” They stripped off his clothes and then pulled the covers over him. With the ruined clothes bundled in his arms, Lucien headed for the door. He paused to look back at his best friend lying pale and still beneath the sheets. “Danyael, we’re leaving now. Do you need anything else?” Danyael stirred weakly, turning his head on the pillow to look at them. “Can’t keep shields
