“I can’t take him from here,” Julius says, each word clipped short. “He is here for a reason.” His voice is nearly as strained as his body. The veins stick out against his pale flesh, tears stream down his face and his lips are pursed.
“Release him,” Gloriana shouts at me. Her voice is a physical force that sends me stumbling backward until I crash into the door. It creaks and moans, but the hinges hold.
“He is not doing anything, Gloriana,” Julius says through gritted teeth. “Reach out to him and you will know the truth.” Julius turns to me and says, “open yourself to her. You do not need to be afraid.”