Tino glances over his shoulder at me. I’ve never seen such terror in his dark eyes.
“I think she’s stopped breathing,” he says.
“Someone call nine-one-one,” Lucia cries.
The enormity of witnessing this makes me realize something, and my walls crumble.
No, no, fuck no. This can’t be happening. We can’t lose her.
I now understand…
The Devils need their Duchess.