“No, no, no…” he chanted, pushing himself up, his knee twinging with pain from colliding with the stairs. He was half on top of Sasha—Sasha—who was already convulsing, seizing painfully as the ghost of blue veins shimmered beneath his skin. He could barely focus on Nathan, his blue eyes wide, his mouth moving like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t.
Laughter from behind Nathan reminded him that they were not alone. Malak was still there. But Nathan couldn’t deal with Malak now. He tried to ignore that laughter too close behind him, and focused on Sasha shaking uncontrollably as the poison of the iron worked quickly through his body.