••{LUCERIS'S POV}••
My dear Luceris,
Something terrible has happened, and I don't know how to soften this, so I won't try.
I sink deeper into my chair as my eyes move faster.
Darkholme is drowning in blood and fear, and I feel like I'm suffocating inside its walls.
Azrael has been gravely wounded.
For a moment, I stop breathing.
He was stabbed through the chest with a sword forged from Nightbane.
The words blur for a heartbeat before I force myself to keep reading.
It happened while he was trying to rescue Rhiannon. She was taken in the dead of night by vampires who slipped through the palace like shadows and slaughtered our guards.
Azrael fought them before they could escape with her. That's when he was injured. The blade missed his heart by mere inches and the physicians say it's the only reason he's still breathing.
My fingers curl around the paper.
