Considering Lucivar's transformation, an evident change from a mere Angel Hybrid to something more tainted and unholy, tampered by the power of evil, he was already too far gone. Only a small portion, to nothing, of what he used to be remained.
Or at least, that was what Mirel thought.
No amount of pleading or cries would return Lucivar to them.
He found what Leandra was doing to be futile, desperate, nothing more than idealistic.
This is not a romance novel.
Lucivar wouldn't come back through a magical kiss or the voice of the woman he holds dear.
Now, Mirel was only waiting for Lucivar to cross the line.
But he was proven wrong.
Instead of ending Leandra's misery with a clean pull of the black blade to any side, sanity flickered back into Lucivar's eyes. He blinked—and in that instant, his gaze dropped, widening in shock as he realized the blade had already driven straight through Leandra's abdomen.
Pierced into her all the way.
