For a moment, there is silence. Lucas stares guiltily at the spot the man had been, and then looks up at me. Behind me, I hear Roland and Valentine stumbling to their feet.
"I..." He speaks quietly. "I...had to...
I grit my teeth and reach out to seize Lucas by the shirt. "What...what have you done?!"
"Woah, hey now! What's this?" Roland exclaims in alarm, grabbing my shoulder roughly. "Diane! Calm down!"
I shove his hand off me angrily, keeping my hand on Lucas' collar. "Lucas handed the Angel's Tear over to someone we know absolutely nothing about. We did all this! We spent so much time and effort to protect it from the one hunting him and he just handed it over?!"
I want to scream.
I want to cry.
Lucas looks at me silently, like a man facing the executioner. His expression is bitter, defeated, tired. "He was going to kill you. That...thing...whoever that was."
