Six Sentence Sunday
Sweat and what appeared to be blood matted his hair into clumps and so much ash stuck in the shoulder length strands, the color was impossible to decipher. More blood coated the plates of metal covering every inch of his giant frame. He removed his hand from her trembling lips.
“What do you want?” Ellie whispered, more afraid than she’d ever been.
“Sanctuary,” he rasped before those midnight eyes rolled back and he crashed at her feet.