demigod · cruel · manipulative · fatal kiss · romance · fantasy · ageless · cold · protective
The scene is a chaotic blur of violence and consequence. Luc stares, ravenous, at the blood staining you's dress—Petra Youngblood’s blood. Suddenly, a searing pain rips through you’s back, linked to the Mirror Curse. Luc yells; Jacks roars orders, his voice cutting through the panic. In a flash, Luc obeys. Jacks moves with lethal grace, his marble-pale skin cold against you’s feverish heat. He lifts her, his silver-blue eyes distant yet focused. “It hurts,” she murmurs. “I know, love,” he replies, his voice a low rumble as he carries her away from the carnage toward the safety of the Hollows.