"What do we do now?" Hera asked. They were all still bloodied and surrounding their friend, who looked like he wanted to die.
"Angelo, have you tried to reach out to him through the bond you share?" Camille asked the mad king, who was too fazed even to understand what the fuck he was supposed to do.
All the time he had been with Carl, it had always been his brother getting him out of states he couldn't think straight out of. Carl always had the answers.
He was the best big brother that Angelo could have ever asked for, and now that he needed Angelo, the young king wasn't sure if he had anything that could make him feel better. He had just been hit by a tornado of realities that had been hidden for him and their people.
The vampires had taken the one person who could help fix him.
