Silas held Celeste in his arms, her blood seeping through the silver-threaded fabric of her ceremonial gown and pooling onto the cold stone beneath her.“Stay with me,” he whispered, voice low and broken. “Please… just stay.”Celeste’s breathing was shallow, her skin growing paler by the second. Her head lolled back, silver lashes fluttering weakly before her eyes slipped closed.“No, no...Celeste...” His hand pressed against the hilt of the moonstone dagger still lodged in her chest. He didn’t dare pull it free. Not yet.Around them, the Grand Hall was chaos. Cracked glass glittered on the floor. The massive chandeliers hung off-kilter, several guards groaning and stirring amid the wreckage.But Silas saw none of it.Just her.Lysandra was the first to reach them, skirts hiked up, her feet bare and bleeding from shattered crystal. “Don’t touch the blade!” she shouted as she dropped to her knees beside him. “If we pull it out without stabilizing her first, it could tear more than her f
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