Draven spent eighteen hours reading Cassia's research notes while the corruption spread past his collarbone and into his jaw, and watching the black veins crawl up his neck toward his face was doing things to my nervous system that probably weren't healthy but I couldn't look away.
The notes were getting harder for him to translate—not because the language was getting more complex but because his brain was fighting to stay coherent under the demon influence, and every few pages he'd stop mid-sentence and just stare at nothing while his eyes flickered red.
"There." His voice came out layered with something that wasn't entirely him anymore. "Page forty-seven. She mentions a third option. Hidden in—" He had to stop because apparently demon corruption made reading difficult. "In metaphor. The path between death and binding."
The path between death and binding. That sounded ominous and also vague, which tracked for Cassia's research style apparently.
