Damon
The sounds around me suddenly went silent. I could do no other thing than panic as we walked outside and I set my eyes on Amelia that was in the pool of her own blood. Her hand trembled over her stomach and her dress was soaked with her own blood. My chest tightened and it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again in my heart. For the first time in decades, fear consumed me. Not just fear- terror.
Brielle ran to her and started talking to her but I didn’t hear anything, I walked to her and I dropped to my knees beside her, ignoring the roar of the battle continuing behind me.
“Amelia!” My voice cracked, raw and desperate. Her lashes fluttered weakly, her breath shallow. Her usually fiery eyes, the ones that taunted and challenged me endlessly, were glassy and unfocused.
I pressed my hands to the wound, my fingers slick with her blood. “You’re not leaving me. Do you hear me?” My voice was a growl now, a plea wrapped in steel. I could feel her slipping, her life force dimm
