As the silence dragged on, he looked back at the creatures emerging from the darkness. All obedient, in his eyes. All willing to feed, to protect both themselves and he from any harm. And Alex? Alex was their prize, their saint, their god.
Jace could feel the syringe in his pocket. For a brief second, he wanted to take it out. Take it out and end everything. Leave his body to Alex to feast on, or maybe even kill the both of them. Pull that romantic shit about leaving this world together.
But then he stopped himself. And instead, he turned back, and pressed his forehead against the tank.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “It’ll all be over soon. Just….just wait, okay? Wait for me.”