“Ashley!” Lucien yelled running to the already falling woman in the blink of an eye. He caught her limp body in time, just before she crashed to the ground. One of his hand pressed against Ashley’s cheek while the other curled around tightly around her waist.

“Ash… Ashley?” He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, horror trickling down his spine.

Raphael was behind Lucien the next second, all the anger he too had felt a moment ago disappeared and was quickly replaced ...