“I know, but?—”
“I mayfail.”
“What?” Seymour gawked stupidly, and he looked at Shiloh again.
The blood had stopped flowing from Shiloh’s head, but his eyes remained closed. His legs were also at those horrible, wonky angles, and his skin was growing pale. Everywhere Sariel touched him buzzed with golden light, but it was flickering in and out in a way Seymour had not witnessed before.
Shit.
No…
This was bad.
This was really bad.
He was suddenly reminded of his mother.
The wreck, how frail and small she was in the hospital bed, how broken?—
“I know the brain is important, but it has to wait.” Sariel’s light dimmed for a moment. “Shiloh only wished to help us, and now he may lose his life. I must focus now. Please.”
“I…” Seymour clicked his teeth together and swallowed back the bile climbing up his throat. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“It is all right.”
“No, I wasn’t thinkin’. And I’m an asshole.”
YeS
yeS YOU aReee
Seymour snorted at the ground. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” He frowned, trying to ignore the guilt eating at his stomach and focus on the present. That was what mattered right now. This he could control. “Is, uh, he going to be okay?”
“I am doing the best I can.” Sariel shuddered.
LiKe the BIGGEST
EVER
COLLOSALLL
MamMoTH
HuGenorMOUS
GaPING
“Are you okay?” Seymour raised his brow. “You’re, uh, talkin’ weird.”
I HAVE MERGED WITH THE FAERIE REALM
IT IS NoT aGreeING with ME
“Is that even possible?” Seymour frowned. “Then again, I guess you are a magical house or whatever. Did you, like, possess the stone?”
I aM thE STONE
THE SKY
