And his heart would never beat again.
No! his heart screamed in denial. She couldn't die. Not like this. Not someone who had loved to live so much. Someone who had spent her life helping others.
She had believed in him and he had let her die...
Urian paced back and forth between Kyros and Xirena, and Danger and Alexion. "I can't believe Ash just let her die," he growled. He looked up at the ceiling. "You are a fucking asshole!"
"No," Alexion said as tears fell, while he held her cold, pale body to his chest. "It has to be this way. He can't change fate."
"The fuck he can't," Urian snarled angrily. "He brought me back and I was a Daimon. Why would he save me and not her?"
Alexion had no answer to that. He didn't have any answers at the moment. All he could feel was the pain of her loss. The agony. It was raw and consuming.
How could she be dead?
How could he have allowed this to happen? Damn me, damn me, damn me!
"I'm sorry I failed you, akri," Xirena said.
Alexion didn't speak. He couldn't.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the room.
Acheron flashed into a corner, where he stood with a stoic expression.
Urian turned on him with a curled lip.
"Don't even, Daimon." Acheron zapped him out of there before Urian could speak.
"Kyros," Acheron said gently. "Go home and rest."
Then he, too, was gone.
Acheron hesitated as the demon stared at him as if he were an apparition.
Her face was ghostly pale from her fear of him. "Will you kill Xirena now?"
"No." Ash knelt by her side and healed her wounds. "Return to your master for a little while and you will meet your sister soon."
The demon nodded, then ran up Alexion's sleeve, to his chest.
Alexion still hadn't moved as he cradled Danger to him.
Acheron cocked his head as he watched them with those all-powerful, swirling silver eyes. "Why don't you question me?"
Alexion swallowed against the bitter lump in his throat that was choking him. "Because I know better." He looked up at Acheron so that he could see the sincerity in his eyes. "But I hate you right now."
"I know."
And then it happened...
Danger's body evaporated into a shiny gold powder.
Alexion cried out again as he felt her loss completely. "No!" he growled as he tried to scoop the powder up so that he could take it to Paris for her as he'd promised.
"Don't," Acheron said gently as he reached out for him.
Alexion shoved him away. "Damn you, you bastard, I promised her. I promised-"