Lucifer's voice had startled Octavia, just not quite in time. The side of her wrist touched Duke's skin, and then -- well, that. Octavia scrambled backwards at the first flash of silver, her own eyes wide. Her arms and her back screamed at her, now, but she couldn't look at them when her gaze was nailed to Duke.

The sheets were stained where she'd been laying just a second ago.