"Why does fate hate me?" I mumbled to myself as I turned around to see a man I'd hoped had been blown up along with Juan.
"What the fuck, mate?" Lukas called.
"Surprised to see me, Lukas?" Aeron called as he showed up between two buildings off to our right.
"Yeah. Hoped you were dead," I called.
He tsked, tsked, tsked, me. "Now that's not very nice, you bitch. You're the one who undid Hellion's binding." He pointed to the side of his body. "This is all your fault." His left arm, torso, and leg were all charred skin and sinew that showed through the patchy skin he had left.
"Um, I think being around Juan when he blew up was your fault, Aeron. It wasn't like we didn't tell you he had a bomb inside him," Taryk called.
"But if she'd left me alone, I'd still be whole. I'd still be - " He cut his words off abruptly.