Alex looked over at Ryan, then back at Z. "Get him some help please." Then without another word they were gone, vanished in a vortex of white flame. Back in his room, Alex froze the door and then spread the ice through the walls, just in caze Z wanted revenge. "Nyx..." he said quietly, letting his arms drop. He sat hard on the bed, looking down. Some welcome party, huh? I wish I had never left home, that this war hadn't turned families against one another. I wish I could give you everything you deserve."