“What are you doing?” The voice echoed through the room. Bel turned from his task, panting.
“What does it look like?” He taunted his brother. Lugus walked further into the room.
“It looks like you're tearing yourself to pieces.” Lugus remarked dryly.
“Perhaps.” Bel answered with a shrug. He went back to digging at the ceiling with his nails. Blood dripped down his arms, but he could almost feel her. Emma. All he needed to do was just make this hole wide enough. The bed was suddenly shoved across the room and Bel fell to the ground, smacking his chin on the floor. He bounced up, blood dripping through his fangs. Like a trapped animal he'd found that last wind, one last try to escape, and his brother was threatening to destroy it. Lugus stood with his arms crossed, watching
