His Halo is a Lie

ough the apartment. My coat comes off next, but just as

isn't righ

se that might just be the difference between a dead and living patient. Applying it to m

ter the other, pushing further into my apartment. It is a tiny space above

me, rich and strong,

nst my chest. "You better run away now while you h

le

es the side of the door. I walk to the kitchen first, finding i

open plan kitchen one last sw

my window broken with sha

as I calculate how much it will take me to fix it.

partment. The adjoining bathroom. I nudge it aside and step in, my blood boil

surprise, when I see the crumpled form i

an is everything but that. My bathtub can barely contain his tall frame

blee

ver. I notice him clutching his stomach, so I g

from his lips.

k the bleeding, just as my eyes scan every surfac

pools of icy grey eyes stare back at me in the dimly lit bathroom, f

I see a number of men stroll in t

ards me with a lazy expression, like he isn't i

ide. I will have to stop the bleeding before I get him out of the tub. "That poses you as a threat to

and I can see him struggling to stay awake. "Yo

ence scrat

t he stops me at once, his bloodied hands on top

t of electricity tha

e whispers, sh

see in

ight,

ame. I don't know ho

his wound, gasping when

gradual loss of blood. I can't carry out a transfusion in here, and even if I could, there i

inen shirt. I try not to stare too long at the tattoo covering every skin on one arm, as I use a pair of

ficulty, move him into my bedroom. He falls back into the arms of sleep the momen

t to push it back, my hand lingering a second too long. I find it difficult to

hispers drowsily. "You

oor. The chill hits me immediately, but there is nothing I

xt time I open my eyes, I am the only one in the be

as in here, that it wasn't all my im