C12 The Memory That Bleeds

It began with a nosebleed.

Eli was pouring tea in the morning light when the very first drop of scarlet pierced his porcelain cup. He blinked, swayed slightly, then pressed his fingers to his upper lip.

Not blood.

Not really.

It glowed.

Gold-sewn through crimson. And when he touched it, a thousand voices screamed behind his eyes.

He dropped the cup.

Amon rushed to him instantly