But that would be assuming he had enough blood left to spare for something like that. Clearly, he had overestimated himself when he thought he could walk through the archives without incident.
"Sir…" The word slipped out with a gulp, his throat tight.
Kael ignored him, golden eyes fixed on the pages he was scanning. The faint twitch in his brow said enough.
"I meant, Kael…" he corrected hastily, shifting his grip on the book in his hands. "Maybe I should just… go back?"
"Go back?" The dragon lord didn't even glance up, flipping another page as though the question were the most trivial thing in existence.
"Yes," came the strained reply. His whole body trembled. After all, who wouldn't panic when several towering guardians—creatures carved from stone, wood, and shadow—were watching from different directions. Watching him. Up close.
The thought struck like lightning.
