Damian continues to scream out the name even as he collapses into Anita and Nathaniel's arms so suddenly that Anita would have gone into the glass shower doors had Richard's arm not caught her.

Nathaniel strokes his hair and mutters soothing words to him right up to the point that the entire world bleeds into a nightmare of fear all over again. Even breathing hurts -- this isn't a tar that clogs up the lungs, but a scorching cloud that sears away the flesh. Moroven -- Damian's maker -- was making her presence felt.

In Anita's arms, Damian shudders and stills. His breathing slows, then stops, and Anita can't find a heartbeat at all. Moroven is taking back her power from Damian, just as Belle had done to Asher through Musette. He's not yours anymore; he's mine! she tries to scream out, but the fear chokes off her voice.

And the worst part is, even through the fear, she can sense no malice or motive in Moroven. She was simply sending the fear out to everyone around Damian. If it killed them, fine, if not, also fine. Moroven honestly could not care less. And there's no way to fight against that. All she can do is reach for Richard. He pulled them out of the fire before, maybe he can do it again.