Damien didn't even glance at Enzo as he yelled, his grip on Adeline's throat remaining firm. "I warned you," he said in a low and deadly voice. "I warned you to stay out of this. But you wouldn't listen."
Adeline's body twitched weakly in his grasp, her hands still wrapped around his wrist, her eyes glassy and half-closed from the lack of air.
"In death," Damien went on, "you should know that this is your fault. You killed yourself."
Enzo shouted again from the throne, yanking harder at the chains. "No! Stop!"
From where Andrei was, he dashed forward, suddenly fueled with desperation. He knew he was nowhere close to being a match for Damien, not in power or speed, but he had to try. He reached for Damien's arm, hoping to pry it off or distract him—anything to save her.
But Damien had already sensed his movement.
