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Not fades.
Moves.
The symbols twist beneath his flesh, dragging themselves apart before rearranging one by one.
Rhett sucks in a breath. “What the fuck?”
Ezra steps closer as the final symbol slides into place.
Malakai reads it.
The color drains from his face.
My stomach drops.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer.
I grab the front of his shirt. “Kai. What the fuck does it say?”
His eyes lift to mine. “Living.”
I freeze.
“What?”
Rhett turns his wrist over.
The symbols pulse beneath his skin.
LIVING.
Then his chest caves inward. Rhett makes a horrible choking sound and folds over as if something just punched straight through him.
“Rhett?”
THUMP.
His entire body jerks. His back arches so violently his head snaps backward. A strangled scream tears from his throat.
THUMP.
He grabs his chest. “Fuck!”
His knees buckle.
“Rhett!”
I go down with him, but the second my hands touch him, his body convulses again.
THUMP.
His heart slams so hard beneath his ribs I fucking see it.
Not feel it.
See it.
