Luciana stood in disbelief, as she gazed into the distance where the men had disappeared into. For a good one minute, she was unable to react. Then a long suffocating breath escaped her lips, and she felt herself stagger a little. The cool wind wasn't comforting anymore, it was chilling and biting her skin. She hugged herself with her hands as if that would protect her from the reality that had just befell her. She felt painful knots forming on the pit of her stomach.
Raziel! They took him. She felt guilty that she made him so vulnerable. Because he was in desperate need to protect her, he couldn't protect himself. And he was wounded by the very creation of her own hands. He was injured badly, and she knew that he would definitely be in pain. But pain was the least that could happen to him with the amount of poison that was put in his body.