“Kain.” Damien’s voice was a comfortable echo. Warm and reassuring. “Alex. Can you hear me?” Kain opened his eyes, slightly jumping. “Tenebris?” Damien shook his head. “No. It’s me.” “Damien. How?” Damien took Kain’s jacket he was always wearing around his waist and covered his friend with it. “Stay here. Don’t move and don’t die.”
"The devil with midnight hair and blue-flame eyes. After six years I thought the pain of what he’d done to me had faded. Guess not."