The next moment, a gasp escaped her lips as Mors, despite his weakened state, suddenly surged forward. What are you doing?
His movements were instinctive, almost primal. Before she could react, he had pinned her to the ground with startling strength. Where did this strength come from? He was weak before.
The first thing she noticed was his eyes. The usual icy blue had turned a vivid, almost glowing red. They bore into her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Mors," Athena whispered, her voice trembling but steady, "can you hear me? It's me, Athena."
His breathing was ragged, his grip firm but not painful. Yet, she could feel the heat radiating off him like an inferno. Is this similar to a drugged person? Why is he so hot?
It was as if he were caught in a battle against himself, teetering on the edge of control. "Mors, can you hear me?"
