The screams in the ballroom were endless, echoing in Rin's skull. He didn't dare look back as his arms tightened around Lucien's limp body, and he rushed through the corridors. His eyes flicked at every corner, searching for a safe place.
"Stay with me, idiot," Rin muttered through gritted teeth, sweat trickling down his temple. "Don't you dare die on me now."
He found a side room... a private chamber, empty and a bit dark. He kicked the door open, slipped inside, and laid Lucien on the bed. His chest rose and fell shallowly, face pale, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Lucien," Rin whispered, shaking his shoulder. There was no response. He shook harder but still nothing.
"Shit." Rin cursed and ripped Lucien's clothes open. His fingers froze.
Right there, in the centre of Lucien's chest, was the orb. Black and red veins crawled across his skin from it, pulsing faintly. It was as if the orb was connected to his heart.
