Chapter 75: Eve, Did You...?
Ghola's wailing went on and on, driving a spike through the already aching center of my brain, the headache that started in Valhalla only getting worse. I wanted to comfort her but she had fallen to her knees at the foot of the wall, pressing her little cheek into the stone, smearing a river of crimson down the dull surface.
No one said a word, not for a long time. Shock held my tongue and likely did for my companions while the mourning of the little monster continued until, at last, Seth bent with slow, almost pained precision and lifted her into his arms. He seemed to not care her blood tears stained his crisp white shirt or the deep green of his tie, big hands cradling her to him as he gently patted her back and rocked her like a real child.
"Let us leave this place," he said, eyes meeting mine as his silver whiskers shivered from the sides of his scaled snout.