Chapter 72: A monster for my love

~Wren~

There comes a point in your brain where the pain is too much and it stops registering the trauma. As I stare down at the fingers sinking deeper and deeper into my bleeding flesh, I realize I have hit that point. I can feel his fingers pressing further in, a strange pressure that doesn’t hurt but feels–wrong. I’m mesmerized by the way my blood pools around his skin, glistening in the artificial lights illuminating the open space.

Sebastian batters at the mate bond, trying to make me talk to him, look at him in my last moments of life. I want to reach out to him, let him in my mind, but I can’t find the will to do it. The small conversation I was able to have brought me so much comfort, yet I could feel his distress, his breaking heart, and it is too much for me to bear.

My eyes slide closed, my head bobbing up and down. The warrior on my right-hand side is dry heaving and I want to chuckle, but any movement at this point is beyond my control, as everything wants to shut down.