With trembling hands, Denen held the mixture to Sama'el's lips. His blue eyes remained trained on Sama'el. He could feel the blood pounding in his skull, his face hot, body quivering. Not Sam. Not Sam. "G-Goddess," he whispered. "Pl-Pl-Please." He waited for him to drink it, to recover. His teeth ground together, and he slowly lowered the cup. His thin fingers sought Sam's, bringing them to his lips. "C-Come back," he pleaded. "I...am h-here." |