Chapter 31

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Pain. Death. Lucan's dead eyes. A heartbeat. With a scream Zack tried to free himself from this hell, then everything became bright around him.

Lucan was torn from sleep by a scream. Zack had been in the coma-like state he had been in since Aleks' healing for three days. Aleks had examined him several times, Zack lacked nothing. He wasn't ready to wake up yet, his brother had said, so Lucan had waited patiently. He hadn't left his side since.

Now a cry broke through the silence in which he had wrapped himself. His mate awoke from his personal hell. Zack flailed and screamed.

Lucan tried to calm him down. "Zackory! Nyiam! Please calm down!"

Zack stared at Lucan with his eyes wide open, full of horror. "No!" he shouted, desperately covering Lucan's face with his hands.

Lucan didn't know what to do. "Nyiam, what's going on?" he asked. He wanted to understand what Zack was seeing, what was happening to him, because otherwise he couldn't help him. The panic and fear that his heart radiated caused him chest pain. He hated being helpless and not being able to help him.

"Be quiet! They mustn't see you!" shouted Zack.

They saw his face. Or was I fast enough? They mustn't see him. Never. He squeezed his eyes. He wouldn't look at him. They weren't allowed to see him. Not him. In a panic, he pulled his legs together and bobbed back and forth.

"It's not real. It's not real."

"Nyiam-"

"I said shut up. He mustn't hear your voice. He will recognize you. He will recognize you and take you away from me," Zack screamed in a desperate voice. "So far, you have also remained silent."

Then he turned around and stared at the ceiling. "Is this a new tactic? I'm not going to talk. You won't know anything! Never! Your nightmares will not break me!"

Lucan looked at his mate wordlessly. What did they do to him? He behaves as if he were in a nightmare in his head. Nightmare. Then it ran ice-cold down his back. Had his kidnapper been a Mara demon? Please, don't.

Zack had begun to bounce back and forth apathetically. Again and again he whispered "I love you." How was Lucan supposed to convince him that he wasn't in a nightmare, but in a safe place – safe with him, his mate? Carefully he touched Zack on the upper arm. He startled and moved a bit away. The moment he looked at him, he quickly slapped his hands in front of his face.

Zack breathed heavily, panicked. Why has nothing happened yet? Is this a new tactic? Does he weigh me to safety and then take it away from me? The tears ran down his cheeks.

"Why? I don't want more. Just kill me, or I'll do it myself," he whispered.

Lucan froze. No.

Then Zack got up and walked towards the mirror in the room. With a scream, he smashed the mirror. Blood coming out of his cuts ran down the shards. A slight burning sensation made him cringe. Pain? But why on my hand? Why not my neck? Neck. Why doesn't my throat hurt? Did they remove it?... Whatever. With one hand, he grabbed a large shard and put it at his throat. He closed his eyes and got ready.

"No, Zack!" Lucan shouted and rushed forward. He tore the shard out of his mate's hand. Blood splashed, but it was his own. Zack looked at him in horror.

"No! You mustn't die, not again!"

In a panic, Zack looked around the room, then went to the duvet and tore out a strip. With pressure, he pressed the wound into Lucan's hand. A harsh smell rose in his nose – Lucan's scent. Scent? Had he smelled anything until now?

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