I meet Rami’s panicked blue gaze, wishing there was something I could do to keep him safe. But the only option leaves him alone, and I hate that just as much.
“Release him.” My tone has lost its harshness and sounds more like a beg.
Seeing my fight fading, Torgaz leaps at the opportunity. “What will you give me for his life?”
I sigh heavily. What will I give?
And the answer is easy.
Everything.
Chapter 39
Rami's POV
Between my heart pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears, I’m not one hundred percent sure what’s happening around me. Honestly, I’m not sure why neither of them have commented on how loud either of those things are.
Even with all of that, I’m fairly sure I heard Adriel say that Abraham is the one who cursed him.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Abraham’s breath, who isn’t actually Abraham and is a demon possessing him, continues to blow across my neck, making my stomach threaten to show my lunch again.
My eyes remain trained on Adriel, begging him to come up with a plan. Preferably one that involves both of us leaving heretogether. However, that’s looking less and less like an option. I can both see and hear Adriel’s resolve breaking. And when the Abraham-demon asks what Adriel will give for my life; I can see where his mind goes.
Oddly, I don’t find fear or worry there, I see peace. Which seems odd. Until I allow myself a second to realize why Abraham did all of this. He, too, was abandoned by those who are supposed to love you no matter what.
How would I have felt if Adriel hadn’t accepted me?
Perhaps I would have lost my shit too. Likely not summon a demon level of losing my shit. But it still would have been upsetting.
I sigh heavily and relax my muscles; sinking further into Abraham’s grasp.
“Do what you need to do.” My voice sounds stronger than I feel, thankfully.
Abraham’s hold becomes punishing; it's so tight.
“Rami, no!” Adriel shouts, taking another step and hissing in pain.
I want to turn to him. Hell, I want to run to him. But I remain firm in my conviction. My focus is solely on Abraham and that eerie glow from within. He blinks rapidly, forcing the light back and revealing his warm brown gaze.
My eyes widen hopefully.
And when his grip loosens, those eyes drop to mine. “Rami?”
I hate how weak he sounds, but know it’s because he’s fighting back the demon.
The reprieve is only momentary before he falls to his knees, both arms wrapped tightly around his middle and his face scrunched up tight. It appears as if he’s fighting an invisible assailant.
“Kill me,” he croaks out. He’s not looking at me, he’s staring at Adriel. His eyes pleading.
I kneel next to him to get down to the same level. “Abraham, no.” Tears fill my eyes. I don’t want to lose my friend either.
When has life ever been fair, though?
