He’d begun to think that maybe he wouldn’t be getting out of Edom again. Either Sebastian would kill him or his father would. With or without his hands shackled, he was too weak to even attempt any sort of proper magic, more or less just waiting for death now.

His eyes had been closed when the door opened, head hanging forwards. But as his gaze lifted to land on the nephilim who was stood there, on Alec, he began to sit up slightly straighter. “Alec– Alec, you can’t be here–”

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