Iestyn gasped at the violence, his breath catching his throat and causing him to cough. Once Lucifer was gone, he sat up, drawing his blanket around his shoulders despite the pain in his back. He just shook his head, unable to speak about it yet.
"He hit you," he whispered. He felt like he was falling apart, his willpower evaporating, and he hid his face in his drawn-up knees.