He touched his hand to the wound and healed her cheek, then urged her to her bed, helped her sit. "A demon possessed you." Daimon hadn't bothered to sugarcoat anything before, there was no point starting now. "A hell-lord, fuck, maybe more, know about your soul, and they want it." That demon wasn't wrong to laugh at him; he'd wasted time and he knew it. "It's gone now, but who fucking knows. I can't protect you. That shard is all you've got. Do your best with it while I'm gone, got it?" Daimon pushed her hair out of face, stared urgently into her eyes. "Do you understand what I'm telling you? I can't stay a second longer, I have to go."