His eyes opened, and his gaze flicked toward me there on my knees by his feet, his face wiped smooth of any expression, even the grumpy one. Those pale lavender lids fell over those dark purple eyes as he lifted his chin just a little bit and said—sounding… resentful?—“I’m… weak.” It was nothing I hadn’t already figured out, but to hear him actually admit it? I had to leave. I was going to die. Whatever had done that to him was going to find him here. We were dead, or at least I was. I needed to go. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
