Grey pointed The Virtueless forward and let out a slow breath, his lips barely moving as he spoke to himself.
"You can do this, Grey. Just one more hurdle, then you just might be able to sleep with cheeks in hand."
A scream rose from somewhere below, and Grey glanced down to find Elowen standing outside the catacombs, shouting up at him and trying to plead with him one more time.
He had no idea how the hell she had gotten out there that quickly while carrying Mauve, but the sight made his lips curl into a small smile. It really was nice having pretty girls worried about you, though obviously that only meant he had an even greater responsibility to look badass.
Grey's Neural Frame began to thrum with life again, and the tearing pain immediately prickled through his skull like someone was dragging needles directly across his brain.
